ms scissorhands

Every time I leave a place, it's a bit like an Edward Scissorhands situation: things are complex, not easily explained, and in the end my actions are misinterpreted and it seems best for all concerned that I leave (flee the scene).

I can't pretend that I don't notice Valentine's Day at all. I can't pretend that I am able to dismiss it as a ridiculous commercial atrocity. Attempts to challenge or override my programming have not been successful. I know there are many different kinds of love, but I admit it really truly sucks not to have that certain kind.

->exile on meme st: a diary