Lonelyness.

As a bit of a fan of Tim Burton movies, and as a teenage fan of Johnny Depp, I had to see Edward Scissorhands, which was on tv this evening. For the sixth time or so.

Never, in the first five times, have I wondered myself how lonely he must be. How I could relate to that. To be weird, alone, to not have a connection, to have something that is not right, what makes you different from the others. Would he be happy, alone in that big house? And could I learn to be too?