Lost is probably the greatest show ever created, yet also the most frustrating, AND STILL I proceed to take an hour, no I’m sorry, MAKE SURE BY ALL MEANS TO STOP EVERYTHING I’M DOING, every Tuesday to watch this show. I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the delicious, hilarious, charming Sawyer or maybe even just as equal in those attributes, Kate. Who knows, it’s most likely a combination of the two, IF THEY DON’T END UP TOGETHER I WILL WRITE A LETTER TO DAMON LINDELOFF, J.J. ABRAAMS AND ALL OTHERS INVOLVED. I have spent 6 years of my very short life, being obsessed and following Lost’s every move in the development of the characters, and the island being a character in itself, and still have absolutely no idea what it is I am waiting to happen. Insane and completely unrealistic elements such as the smoke monster/”Man In Black” embodying John Locke, polar bears on a tropical island, and Richard: the eyeliner wearing man that never ages, would probably make most 16 year old girls lose interest, considering the lack of cute clothes and love stories. Of course there once was the triangle of Sawyer-Kate-Jack, but that seems to have dissolved to Sawyer looking out for himself (although saying to Kate “WE are getting off this island” may have some promise), Kate looking out for Aaron, and Jack taking a boring turn and leaving me with no interest in him whatsoever (not that I ever really had much interest anyways). With 6 episodes left until Lost is lost forever, I am putting all the faith I have in these last few weeks to fulfill every expectation I have ever had, or at least, answer some god damn questions. I may have worn out every person who will listen to me with my theories, wishes, complaints, obsession with Sawyer, and screaming every Tuesday, “LOST TONIGHT!!!”. And for the life of me, I honestly believe, despite all the anger and frustration I have gone through for the past 6 years (the worst being the deaths of Charlie and Boone), I know that when Lost is finally over for good, there will be a dark, hollow, emptiness in my heart and soul, it could possibly be worse than when J.K. Rowling decided to stop at 7 Harry Potter books.