I wasn't sure what to expect from a show that started with one of the main characters saying that he was a psychopath.

It seemed right up my alley really, a comedy with enough dark humor to keep it interesting. But then the show kept going and things got weirder. I won't write out every detail and spoil it, but I basically went from being very creeped out to feeling every emotion imaginable in just eight short episodes.

The show is fueled by not one, but two character's narrations as the episodes progress: James and Alyssa. As the plot gets more twisted, these voices get more introspective.

They get into personal feelings and self-image, relationships and views of the world, and the moments that tie everyone and everything together. The supporting cast makes you look at things like basic human decency and the complete opposite of that: how sometimes people just suck. It's a show that touches on mental health and how we all deal with trauma differently, sexuality, gender roles, media and personal perceptions, and most of all, empathy.

Yes, empathy. A weird feeling to have for a character with the intention of killing someone and another who is seen cussing out a waitress, and that's just in the trailer. But then you get into their stories and watch them grow, both inside their heads and with each other. Like your favorite "Game of Thrones" characters you end up wanting to protect them, but you can't.

Scripted television does something special in that it can take you through seasons and seasons of the same characters. Somewhere along the way we become invested in these fictional people and just want to see them have a happy ending. "The End of the F***ing World" isn't big on happy endings; in fact, it spends its one season continually putting its characters in bad situations.

By the tail end of the season you just want to see James and Alyssa safe and together, but instead you get a cliffhanger that leaves you feeling sucker-punched right in your emotions.