Chapter 11: The Imagination

Fantasy.


I wish I didn't have to wake up. I wish I could hibernate longer. I wish I could predict the future. I wish I could write my own future. I wish...

Obsession is such an ugly word. And they call this tragedy. This is usually the part where people scream. Seduction? Sweetheart, you are sadly mistaken. Endings without stories. As you wish. Alesana really depicts a story. The album 'Where Myth Fades to Legend' is speaking to me. All of it. And yes, I'm a sadist.

The urge of slitting my wrist came to mind once again. ugh.


Goodbye, goodnight for good. 

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