i read your letter, the one you left when you broke into my house.

It was a fuckedup nite for season finales, I swear.
To Bones: Fuck you for making my cute little young Zachykid a murderer and the member of a secret society led by a serial killer. That is just so fuckedup. It should've been Sweets, I thought it was Sweets.
To One Tree Hill: Fuck you for not telling me who recieved that phonecall, and eww, fuck you for letting Skillz continue to sleep with Nathan's mom. Not cool, not cool at all. Also, I dug the mohawk, shaving it, also not cool.
To House: Ohshit. I cried at the end. I did not know that i was going to have to watch a man hold his dying love in his arms and then flip the switches, while he blames his best friend who was also close to death or brain damage. Way emotion-heavy. Very brutal. Very killing and stabbing.

God, that got the adrenaline up.