"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.
Profile
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?
I just remembered when these day, when I actually use this thing as a media to release all of my stress mind, and I use the fact that no one is going to read this as an excuse. After all, who'll read this place full of rants? No one likes to read bad things right? And if they do, they wouldn't have any way to shout it. I just shut those voices off. I don't care what they would say about this place. This dark place where I would just write as if I was crying.
That's it. I just realize that there aren't any best place to associate my true feelings. I wouldn't deny that 60% of my problems were sourced from this world which isn't so real. The Internet World.
If I would tell my family, they would just call me as a geek. If I tell my friends in real life, they don't understand. And my net world friends? Can I trust them? Here I am ended writing all of my heart trashes inside this place. To write things that is never to be read. Hey, after all, that is the purpose of diary right? This place is like a diary to me. My data could be lost at any time if my computer breaks, but this place... it serves as a place to save it.
I once remembered, when I had no one to talk to, my friend just tell me to write it out. Don't say it, just write it. Because... when you write, you will eventually release them in a different way, right?
But sometimes, words are too lonely for me.
And sadly, the real life doesn't allow me to speak. So, where should I run? I am sometime too confused to do it.
I know... I know that... I have God above me, who will hear everything and know everything that I feel, but somehow... somehow I can't just... feel Him. I can't... reach Him. What should I do? I do not know.
Ah anyway.
I remembered today. There are this guy I like whom I met in my friend's party. My friend encouraged me to greet him. But... it is not simple... you know? I don't have enough courage to do so, and I mad at my friends, but later I blamed myself for being too coward, but my friends said that I shouldn't blame myself, because I have this right to be what I am...
I hope they are right... but what if... what I am is bad? If I never had any courage, I would never reach him, right?
Oh, and today, I planned to mess with someone, but he figures me out. When I mess with him, I already thought that I are prepared to lost him anytime he figures out who messed with him. I am ready to see him hate me, but I guess... this world isn't as bad as you think, right?
