AsturianPrince

Rules for men and rules for women. What it means to be one, one it takes to be the other. Men are like this and women are like that... What are people like? What should people do? You can't define a person; What it is to be a human being. Humanity is indescribable; Unfathomable in its complexity. People aren't mass produced; They're individually created.

Who said I have to? Who said I want to? I didn't ask for it. I suppose I strive for it. I long to be the better person. But the truth is, I hate seeing you happy.

I don't love you because you're perfect. I love you because you can be better. I don't love you because you're good for me. I love you because I'm good for you. I've seen in you a glimmer, a spark of hope. So many mistakes, so much fear and pain. I love you because you don't need any of that. I know you can be so much more. I don't love you for my sake. I love you for yours.

I never know what I want: I am too scared to decide, I don't care enough to decide, It's not time for me to decide, There was always an excuse. She however was an exception. She was an accident, a fluke. A reminder of why I don't make decisions, Because there is always the chance I've made the wrong one. She's a reminder of why I need to make decisions, Because it could the best one I've ever made. Sometimes I hate decisions.

1. How long have you known you are part of the LGBT community?     Well... I had had suspicions about it for years, but I only accepted it May of 2011. (18 years old) 2. Was it a struggle (emotionally) for you at the beginning?     In the years prior, oh ya. I spent many a night praying and hoping that these thoughts would go away. But the second i said it my life changed instantly. 3. How did you start to discover your sexuality? (Example, thoughts, feelings…ex)     I had always been curious about other guys, but there was one guy that changed it all. He was he first perso

Get her name out of my head. This love is unhealthy, it consumes me. To hear her voice echo in my mind is sweet, yet it grinds at my heart. Her name is a dull throb in my head. The ache is a sweet release, yet a disguised prison. She is my only tie to this earth, she is the reason I'm alive.