'Tis a gray, overcast and cold day. Maybe, sort of, matching my feelings right. It is Tuesday. 1344 hours (1:44) and I am... I don't know. I don't even know how to describe my feelings. The only words escaping my mouth are, "I hate finales."

I have to wait—okay... We—4 weeks and 5 days until the next episode! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

*breaks into tears*

I found a new phrase to say, "STUPID CLIFFHANGERS!"

It's not okay for the writers team for the show to have Flynn kidnap Lucy. That's our job. 'Cause then it doesn't seem so bad. ...right?

Anyway, sorry—nope. Nuh-uh, not sorry—for the interruption but if you have read any of my other books (mainly on Wattpad) I'm a "drama queen" (What?! No I'm not!) when it comes to finales. But anyway... Yeah.

Look at 'em! They look so innocent! Ugh! ? ゚リᆳ? ゚リᆳ? ゚リᆳ? ゚リᆳ? ゚リᆳ?

Me: I am not dramatic about finales.

Brother: Really? Why are you crying?

Me: *wipes eyes* I'm not crying... I'm sweating through my eyes.

Brother: Hmm.

Me: If you'll excuse me... I'm going to escape into the world of fanfiction.

Brother: It's for 4 weeks!

Me: It's 33 days! ? ゚リᆳ? ゚リᆳ? ゚リᆳ? ゚リᆳ

Brother: #dramaqueen

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