My Life is Over

I don’t see a future for relationships.
I look at my mother and its a reflection of how our relationships and the dysfunctions of the two of us is how a woman would not want to live with me for the rest of her life.
The way a woman can get bitchy and bite one heads off and the way she can get frustrated at her partner is clearly reasons why I won’t have any romantic futures.
I can’t say things right, and I have to be held hostage if I don’t get my words put out right – almost to the point where I have to have the right dialectic character spoken properly.
I have communication issues, and obviously communication is the key to a “relationship”.
Why would a girl want to be with me? She would need to be taken to the state school for her to make such decision!
I don’t belong here.
My mother was so selfish to give me life. You can argue if that is a healthy or unhealthy form of selfishness.
From now on, the writer of this blog will come from a voice of a dead soul and a living body And it seems to be that way to begin with when there are more people liking and not commenting ether. I wished the TV or Radio business was doing better, because I don’t have a voice in the virtual world of packet communications.
Until there is a next time, good night