"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it."
Oscar Wilde
Welcome to Imagination Temptation, a place where rants of a girl and the overwhelming feelings of her lays here.
All of the words implied here are genuinely from inside her mind or heart, though there are no guarantee that everything in here were just her imagination or fantasy.
Shall you see further inside this place, just click the girls on the left.
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Who am I?
Certainly no one.
Well, I am just a being who likes to imagine a lot. It even tempts me.
An author of its life. A human who likes to and being loved.
Who doesn't, after all? Blasphemy, I say, if you don't need to be love and loved.
I like simplicity yet complexity. I like modest things yet also I like challenges.
I hate apathetic people. I hate selfish people. I hate ignorant people.
I love stories from the girl in the attic. I love songs that sings out feelings.
I don't like cliche love songs. Suffice to say, I don't like most of the songs in the world?
Hey, do you want to know more? Are you listening to me?
You know... All of this time... I have become such a cry baby?
You know how tears will fall down so easily when I don't want it, and it won't fall down when I need it?
How complicated is life, eh?
I am hating people who resides in my class. Just like three to five months that I will have to stay with them, but I can't stand them. Unless they change, but will they? With those cold hearts of them? With those heart that can't feel 'anything'?
A friend of mine told me that I have to be egoistic. It's near to impossible to change 37 people to the way you want they to be, so let them alone and keep your heart content to yourself. I somehow... regard that it is true. The Ego inside me, it is nowhere for now. I was driven by Id most of them time, and it was... really unpleasant, no? The animal instinct of you who will drive you to feel based on your impulse, not on what you want.
Basically, that's what has been inside me afterall, and maybe, listening to some songs could bring some bad effects, huh? The grudge words that never leaves my mind...
Yet living in impunity, enjoying your life... That is unforgiveable!
That... I said it many times lately, but I was afraid that I have been sunk into that fantasy of mine. Into that fantasy of the girl in the attic whose stories I love. What should I do? I don't want to leave her.
At least, she reminded me of a girl named Elisabeth von Wettin. The true being of superego, who died for her only love, instead of loving falsely her entire life. Opposing her father in order to gain her 'wings' back.
I should make my heart as strong as her. That way, I won't feel sad by those people of iron heart, isn't it?
