I'm about to attempt something, yet again. The weak-willed me is sure to fail by the end of the morning, but there's something else in me that will keep trying until I succeed, one of these times.

Until I accomplish it, the universe is just going to give me the same results, but he has me so confused.

Just. . . if this actually means anything to him, then, what I am looking to do is hella harsh and cruel, and only in that case am I so very painfully and truly sorry. But, being knowingly lied to and deceived time and time again, is some kind of special messed up. Eventually, it will have to stop and come to an end.