Sometimes its hard to tell whether life has taken a turn for the best, or the worst. We often find ourselves listless and confused. Wordage is a hard thing to master and when the human mind is off it's schedule, or tripping over inconsistencies, it gets even harder.
I don't remember what my last post was about. I haven't read it. Lets hope this one covers different topics. However this is not typical of me.
I've been making strides to give my lover some space. Space she desires, and claims to need. It is my duty, as her woman to be able to give her these things (the ones she needs). This is a much more difficult task than I would have previously imagined. During my attempts to give her space, I find myself lonely and lonelier. The my temper flares, per usual. And of late (also probably due to feminine issues) I am touchier, and more possessive. Not a good combination. I then lash out at...pretty much everyone.
I make these promises, to change. I say I'm trying. Yet even as the words leave my mouth, I wonder if I'm telling to the truth. And who I'm lying to if I'm not. These are all just abstract thoughts, that in the hope I could find some answers, I am writing down.
I quite enjoy the title of this post. Maybe I'll write you a little story, since it's been a while that uses this title.
Fail,
Infinity
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