daryll

im a person who believes in the absurdity of destiny. such stupidity (if you may qualify it as such) could be traced on my addiction to mushy love stories. i constantly say that i live up to my principles. on the contrary, i become stupid when love comes at my door. i sould see ghosts. both of those you could see on haunted places or those you see as you try to build your shattered memories. for now, i try to believe in happy-endings. i try to wait for an angel to be sent. an angel who has broken wings or an angel who simply would be sent to me wrapped in a package. i'm waiting.