Holiday

It's a horrible feeling. It's like looking through holiday brochures and picking a destination you really want to go to. Then going to the Travel Agents and discussing when you want to go and how long for and getting print-outs and payment schemes and excitedly talking about the hotel and the local activities; looking at pictures of the beach.

But all the time, there is a voice far away reminding you you haven't got any money... and you're not going to get any money... you're living in a dreamworld... and no matter how much you want it, and no matter how much you discuss it with the travel agents and with friends...

... it just isn't going to happen.

There's suicide. Or you could just keep on living your horrible life. You're never going to go on this holiday.