This show makes me sick. I was sick watching Jesse pick the lock and attempt his obviously doomed escape. I was sick when Andrea opened the door to Todd. I was sick when Flynn had to listen to the ramblings of his evil father. And I was sick that I momentarily still felt sympathy for Walt (sympathy I quickly recognized was momentary and not lasting).

All day today I was upset and on edge.

Breaking Bad, don't end. I need you to keep me feeling the feelings everyday life doesn't usually bring out of me. Sometimes feeling emotions that intense is good for the body.

I both cannot wait and dread this coming Sunday.