sometimes i get a feeling that there's some bloodthirsty holiday monster that's out to eat my heart.

leading up to the heart-out-of-chest horror movie scene, it plays my puppeteer forcing me to hang out with couples constantly and dredge through my gauntlet of failed relationships studying why it was me and not them that caused the whole thing to go horribly wrong, crash and then burst into flames that you could see from space.

and the more i delve into my past, the tighter its gnarled fingers wrap around my chest...