I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
I can't... I have no words.
Uh-huh. Now that I've gotten that out of the way and have time to think, a couple words come to me. The ending ties everything together perfectly, but I'm kinda glad I spoiled myself because it also came out of nowhere. Otherwise I'd be curled up into a ball, useless for the next month. And I have an open studio to prepare for, so I can't be useless.
But, waaaaaah! *curls up into ball and cries and is useless for the next couple of hours at least*
Seriously? I'm not usually one to say this but unless someone has something fluffy and comforting, I may not give a fuck. I know that ending was supposed to be... not as depressing as I'm making it out to be, but it was for me.
*whimpers and cries a little*
Also? I love FMA. I'd much rather be depressed than not feel anything at all!