I feel like the stages of grief are reversed with Dan’s character. Like you accept he’s a douchebag, you get depressed when you see he starts to change, you start bargaining with yourself like okay self if you start unconditionally hating Dan again I’ll give you some food or something, then you get angry like how the hell did this happen when did I start liking Dan, and the denial. No. I don’t like Dan. He didn’t kill anyone. He didn’t ruin his children’s childhoods. He never paid a woman to marry his brother. NOPE. What’s Dan? Who’s One Tree Hill?
What am I doing with my life.