I don’t even know what to say about this. I’m too depressed, suddenly.
It’s like a scene from a book where an estranged girl goes back home to her parents’ house, and her mother drags her to church but makes her dress up in something from her dead sister’s untouched closet. So not only does it not totally fit, but nobody is happy, and maybe she didn’t even bother showering, and the whole thing is going to end with her running into the Thames with her arms spread screaming while a really cute guy chases her and saves her from getting a parasite. The thing is, I’m glad it ends happily, but I don’t want to read that book — let’s just skip the journey and celebrate the fact that Our Sad Heroine won’t always look like this.
