Delila. 17. Straight. Echelon.
I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
I hate this world and yet I'm forever finding myself trying to find beauty in it.
I'm also a bit of a puritin romantic... who's a little too sexed up and hormonal for my liking. I’m the kind of artist who can’t stop thinking, and since I was a little kid I’ve always been sure I’d die an artist’s death. You know, join club 27. It’s just that there are so many thoughts and ideas in my head that I feel like I might explode.
Hell, I'm just your everyday adolescent next door who most of the time feels like I've got fuck all going for me. Despite that, I still have my faith. Jesus is my saviour.
This blog is a whatever-the-hell-I-want-to-post kind of blog. It also happens to be a little bit of a social experiment. Maybe it says a little about me too. I really don't care.