If Loving This Drama isWrong, I Don’t Want To Be Right

For Better, Worse, and 14th Rewatch

These are the dramas that own me. I don’t care about the plot holes, the haters, or the 6.8 rating—I would rewatch them at my funeral. These dramas turned me into a delulu-certified menace with no taste filter and zero shame. I will defend them in the group chat, in court, and at the gates of hell. devoured them like a raccoon in a five-star trash buffet. I’ve rewatched them more than I’ve read my own texts.  Critics? Irrelevant. Logic? Dead. Taste? Personal.
If drama addiction was a crime, this list is my confession. They hit my brain like a dopamine grenade and live rent-free in the soft, delulu corners of my soul. Call it trash, call it mid, call it whatever—I call it home.