I'll be counting up my demons, yeah, Hoping everything's not lost...

Well this week hasn't got of to the greatest of starts, and my optimistic attitude of Friday has been slightly undermined leaving me yet again with a feeling of pessimism and desertion. As I said before I’d really been looking forward to this week being able to spend almost every night with Claire, and I thought everything was going in my favor when I found out school would be cancelled today and Claire would come over and stay an extra night. And things were...
I got in from climbing about 10.30 last night and found Claire cuddled up in bed, at her cutest, we had a fun night until she decided to talk about tonight, her going out with Dave. I hate the fact that he takes her out and she knows it, but when she told me a week or two ago I eventually decided it was ok. What hacked me of was that she would go back to her house instead of mine, something I guess most people would think is really trivial. But it’s the little things like that get to me, we decide something, then Claire wants to do something else. It feels like she can never look ahead, incapable of planning more than a day or two into the future. Me on the other hand wants to know what’s happening weeks and months into the future, mapping my life out and knowing exactly where I will be, when, and what else I can fit in around my activities. I know I’m not infallible, no one is. It just gets too me.