There are only three possible explanations for how Pretty Little Liars turned out:
1) I. Marlene King is clinically insane;
2) I. Marlene King is the greatest troll of the decade; or
3) I. Marlene King is just an incompetent, egomaniacal dickhead.
Don’t you wish it was anything but number 3? Sigh.
Can you feel the soothing waves of relief washing over you, with the knowledge that after this, only one more excruciating episode of Pretty Little Liars will ever darken you life?
We’re almost free.
Let it end.
God, just let it end.
I can’t do this, anymore.
Just let it be over. Please.
Only thirteen episodes to go. God save me.
At this point, the flashbacks and Dilaurentis family past are too much to keep up with. I was sitting there during Jenna’s exposition dump and I honestly was putting in as much effort as possible to keep up. But I can’t, anymore.
If I get something wrong, please feel free to chew me out in the comments. It’s the only way I’ll learn. Because the show isn’t doing anything to help me in that department.
Nothing important happens on the AD front.