Inglés

(I'm A Fool) I'm a fool. I expect too much, then I am angry because nothing ever works out the way I want. When I was young and full of hopes and aspirations, I didn't know I would get hurt so often. I think I'll get tough and won't ache again, then my fragile shell shatters, and again, symbolically, my blood is spilled with the tears I shed. I pull myself back together again, go on, convince myself there is a reason for everything, and at some point in my life it will be disclosed. And when I have what I want, I hope it stays long enough to let me know I have it, And I won't hurt when it goes, for I don't expect it to stay, not now. I am like a doughnut, always being punched out in the middle, And constantly I go around searching for the missing piece, And on and on it goes, Never ending, only beginning...

Piscis

Atlético

5' 9 (1.75 m)

Verdes

Caucásico

Nunca Casado

Si - No En Casa

No estoy seguro

Labios

Piercings secretos

Otros

Sin Mascotas

Algo de Universidad

Tiempo Completo

Otros

HVAC

Menos de $100,000USD/Año

Con compañero/s de piso

Se pone un poco loco a veces

No

Si - Socialmente

Del Tipo Callado

Reservados, Tímido/a, Observador, Amistoso

Artes y Manualidades, Leer, Aprender, Música, Películas, Internet, Juegos, Clubes / Ir de bares, Familia, Cenar, Fotografia, Teatro, Viajar, Jardineria, Coches, Ir de camping, Pesca / Caza, Jugar a las cartas, Computadoras

Salir con amigos, Ir de compras, Quedarme en casa, Probar cosas nuevas, Películas, Relajarse, Dormir, Clubs / Bares, Leer un Libro, Ir al Casino, Televisión, Ir a un Concierto, Ir a un Museo

Depends on who I'm with and where.

(The Paradox Of Love!) To be alone and without love can cause one to feel singular in a world of billions. The feeling of being entirely alone has no equal. Even being in the company of all the friends you've ever known, does not lift this vortex of feelings. Soon you begin to feel as if you're being punished for some galactic crime. Can there be a crime so vast that one's soul should go through such torture? Or is it only what some would call a learning experience? But by a flip of the coin I see it from the other side. To have love and all that comes with it, can be just as troublesome. The fights, the jealousy and the pain. I've known friends to cry for days over things I think trivial. But sometimes I would sell my soul for what they have. Then other times I would not take the gift of love for all the money in the world. I stand here, as do many looking through a world size bail of hay for the needle of love. Will I ever find the needle, will you? Sometimes I ask myself, why am

Amistoso

No soy religioso

Nunca

Amistoso

Noticias, Dibujos Animados, Documentales, Dramas, Comedias de Situación, Educativos, Películas, Deportes, Reposiciones

Acción, Ciencia Ficción, Comedia , Romance, Drama , Documentales, Familia, Animación, Horror, Suspense

Rock, Metal, Pop, Clásica, Nueva Era / New Age

Noticias, Antiguedades, Antologías, Autobiografías, Biografías, Negocios, Clásicos, Cómics, Computadoras , Fantasía, Ficción, Salud, Historia, Casa y Jardín, Horror, Humor, Educativos, Matemáticas, Música, Misterio, Naturaleza, Filosofía, Política , Referencia, Poesía, Religiosos, Ciencia , Ciencia Ficción, Deportes, Técnica

Being aroung the people I care about.

(Wanting To) The lights are slowly diming, My heart is slowly breaking, Sadness is entering my soul, But I'm afraid of being alone. So I stay with the pain and regret, Wanting to be free but not alone, Wanting to be loved but not isolated, Wanting to be held but not smuthered. My problems are getting worse, Tears at night creep down my face, Holding a pillow close to feel loved, Knowing things will just be as they were yesterday. The confusion is so strong, I don't know where I stand in my own life.

Inteligencia, Humor, Grandes Habilidades, Audacia, Rarezas, Espontaneidad, Poder, Coquetería, Detallista

Only to Be Myself
To be myself is to be . . .
what no one else wants to see.
Feeling what I want to feel,
and doing what I do.
Rejected every single time
I try to do some good.
People come and people go,
and friends aren't friends at all.
They turn their backs or stab at you
to watch you stumble and fall.
Is there no such thing as acceptance . . .
without really fitting in?
Why must I always be the one
whose heart lets everyone win?
Can't a person just be their self,
so no games are involved?
I just want and need to be
a person truly loved.

Amigo/a , Cita, Íntimos, Comprometido