Damnit, I think I've fallen in love with a fictional character.
I thought this kind of shit only happened to weaboos and literature students.
It certainly should. Who's the skirt?
Well, I wasn't entirely serious, but: Hannah from Siblings, a cancelled BBC TV series I found the first season of yesterday on Netflix, for some reason.
She's just so, ah, what's the word... so unforgivingly (and, often, unforgivably) awful to pretty much everyone. It's incredibly endearing. Perhaps "fallen in love" was something of an exaggeration, but she and her brother are both such adorably horrible, self-centred people. I certainly
have fallen in love with the show itself, and to learn of its tragic cancellation after having watched just the first six episodes was heartbreaking indeed. My heart, it is broken. Broken beyond repair.
I always greatly enjoy this kind of show and this one has British accents (it is always hilarious seeing English folk, oft hailed as the guardians of the English language and the pinnacle of Anglo-Saxon intellectualism*, mispronounce the word "yoghurt"), likeable characters, consistent laughs, a cool setting, snappy outfits, and, and... did I mention British people trying to say yoghurt?!
Oh man it cracks me up every time hahaha. xD
* Is that a thing? I don't know, I just made it up. How terribly un-intellectualistical of me.
Shit I'm rambling nonsensically on the internet about some TV show. What am I doing? How have I come to this?