Morbid curiosity + a slow evening at work + an internet connection on my laptop = trauma. So much trauma. Not a big fan of watching my face die at the hands of my girlfriend's older self's face, as it turns out. That's a lot more uncomfortable than I expected it to be and I expected it to be motherfucking uncomfortable.
Mental note: no matter how curious I am, never, ever watch another horror movie with my face in it. Especially when it also has other familiar faces in it as well. Bad times. So much bad times. I'd like a one-way ticket to Nopesville about an hour and a half ago to dissuade me from making terrible decisions, please and thanks.