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Desperation.by Augustine (all) Tue 21 Dec 10, 12:35PM 0 responsesI miss you, sometimes. I don't love you, but I need you. Perhaps you need me, too. I cry, sometimes. Just when I really need to. When you're not there. I'm very pathetic, most of the time. Because with you, I am lost. Like a bird with no air to lift it. I'm desperate, right now. I know you...

I think I wanna marry you.by Augustine (all) Mon 20 Dec 10, 8:51AM 1 responsesMaybe it's the fact I've been staring at LGBT prom pictures for the last half an hour, or that my iPod seems to only play those cheesie romantic songs from the 90's, or maybe it's the fact you're just so damn amazing. I might be a little selfish for wanting hold you and never let you go, or stick...

Glee Pairing Songs!by Augustine (all) Sat 11 Dec 10, 5:08AM 0 responsesIn order to switch off from my normal, rather depressing and serious blogs.. I figured I'd find a few songs from my Playlist that fit my favorite pairings. xD If they end up being decently popular, I may continue. Who knows? Kurtofsky: Song - Heartbeat Artist - Scouting for Girls "Am I alo...

We're not so different, you and I.by Augustine (all) Wed 8 Dec 10, 10:51PM 6 responsesSometimes, I find myself asking "Why?" Does the size of my chest or the shape of my hips really define if I can do that or do this? Does it matter if I stand or sit to pee, does it matter if I laugh soft or deeply? Does it matter if I prefer sports over barbie dolls, does it matter if I wea...

Just a little love-sick. by Augustine (all) Fri 5 Nov 10, 6:20PM 1 responsesI know it's probably silly of me to say, but I miss you. You were the first person to come up to me, place your hand gently on my chest, and say "I love you". You were the first person I cried over, the first person who I hated loving. You were the first person to make me smile in that silly wa...

Mommy, I want to be a real boy!by Augustine (all) Fri 1 Oct 10, 6:49AM 5 responsesI remember the times, way back when sex didn't matter. We were all just a blur of the same old colors, turning around in a wheel. But as we got older, that wheel spread in two, whether by choice or by force, we would stand. But when one color strayed the only choice was to fade. Mommy, I wa...

The old becomes the new.by Augustine (all) Mon 20 Sep 10, 9:59PM 1 responsesWell, my German Great Aunt and Uncle have come to visit for 2 weeks. All has been well, and I feel more at home than ever (as I, sadly, was taken from Germany when I was 2 and therefore unable to grow up there). Although I am perfectly fine with sharing my sexuality with anyone if they ask, it's...

All the leaves are brown.by Augustine (all) Mon 13 Sep 10, 10:52PM 4 responses..And the sky is greyy~ *Warning: Lengthy post is lengthy* It is seldom that I contemplate something that actually makes sense or is worth while. (My brain is constantly on overdrive thought wise.. -cough-) But today, I found myself feeling a bit.. sentimental. It's a decently warm day, t...

My Ideal Marriage..by Augustine (all) Mon 6 Sep 10, 4:54PM 4 responsesSince I can remember, I've always pictured myself alone. Mind you, I would have 2 kids.. I had always wanted 2 kids. I jokingly say to my Mom that I want a gay Son named Cherry (refer to the song 'Cherry Lips' by Garbage =P) and a tomboyish daughter and so-on so-forth.. But ever since I faced my...

People like me. by Augustine (all) Fri 3 Sep 10, 2:49AM 3 responsesToday, I talked with a female friend of one of my Cousins. I had met and chatted with her a few times before, but this time we actually talked for a couple of hours. She seemed to like me.. she played with my fingers, interlaced them, intimate things like that. I started talking about my sexuali...

My ending,by Augustine (all) Sat 5 Jun 10, 4:27AM 0 responses(This is a brief poem I wrote today regarding my feelings toward my bestfriend..) I always assumed that they left nightmares to our dreams, That I would be safe from harm until then.. but it seems, Our darkest hours are actually our harsh reality, Never are we safe except in dreams. I t...

Of Pretty girls and painful Mondays.by Augustine (all) Wed 19 May 10, 10:04PM 0 responsesI figure it will be nice to write a Blog every week or so, just to rant and perhaps have a place where I can reflect on my feelings. Not to mention I'm awfully forgetful, so.. One thing I hate is feeling insecure. I'm pretty sure everyone does.. but this feeling is new to be in the area of love...

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