My eyes started welling up as I was writing the title. Shit. What an incredible episode, brilliant and emotional writing I equally love & hate entertainment (shows/books) that make me cry. Pulls the emotion out of me. Makes me identify with what’s being portrayed. And yes, I know, that is what marks the making of good show … one where the audience can identify with. But fuck.
These are the times where I wish on a million stars that I had a mother to vent to. A person who’s sole job was to be there for me. To comfort me, and right now, I need it.
I’m adding the CW television show, to the list of motion pictures, I will NEVER Rewatch, Seven Pounds is at the top of that list.
Jonez.
Jonez, Where We Going? 