You know that feeling of deep satisfaction you get after watching the highly-anticipated final season of a show you've been invested in for a large portion of your life? Because I sure as hell don't. I've delayed the inevitable for long enough, but finally, a review of THE FINAL SEASON OF
GAME OF THRONES. In hindsight, I should have at least considered the possibility that I'd be catastrophically disillusioned after watching what ended up being a cluster**** shit show. But honestly, the prospect of THE FINAL SEASON OF
GAME OF THRONES being shoddy hadn't even crossed my mind, and I'm kind of disappointed in myself for not seeing this coming. I've been let down numerous times, but not at this scale. I'm an optimistic viewer and that needs to change. Or rather it has, after having seen THE FINAL SEASON OF
GAME OF THRONES.
During the last couple of months, I've been in a stupor of confusion and denial. Confused that the show that couldn't possibly be had the title of
Game of Thrones attached to it and denial because I refuse to believe that this was actually it, and having a difficult time accepting that it was, in fact, it.
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