they call me anna lynn grievesk. i'm fourteen years of age to this
date; it's overrated. my best friends, know everything about me; yet
they all know nothing. i'm complex, sometimes hard to deal with, and a
shy kid from florida. i love the beach; the crashing waves, sweet
ocean air, soft sand, it's perfection. my parent's are lawyer's,
who're gone most of the time, leaving little ol' anna lynn to fend
for herself when she comes home from school. i don't claim to be
perfect, or aim for it in that matter; but i am me, and that's all
i've ever tried to be. i'm still finding out who i am exactly; one
thing i know is i live to skate. i feel free when i skate; i
feel like no one can touch me when i'm on that deck. my favorite
outfit to wear would be; ripped jeans, converse, my old school's gym
shirt that's been worn almost a million times, and sometimes even a
cute little bracelet on my wrist.
my hair is red; freckles are apparent on my ivory face. i don't get
much sun, here in tennesee so of course i'm very pale. i don’t feel
the need to wear make-up, my friends don't like it when i do anyway.
i'm short, or average at the tiny, to me, height of 5”4’ and maybe
a half. my body type? slender;average. i hardly eat anything; too
busy ridin’ my deck. i see through green eyes; the red head's
natural eye color i suppose. i wear boy's clothes a little too often
when i sneak out of the house; during the period of time that my
parent's are actually home i stay in dresses, just so i don't have to
listen to the complain about what i wear. it's an easy method; you
should try it sometime.
my bedroom is technically an attic; i love it. my walls are a color
called "420C-2 Water Sprout" and it's a light shade of green. google
it? it's very beautiful, as far as light shades of green go. to go
with it; all of the furniture in my room are black. i like black; it's
simple, calm, collected. my ceiling is great; i can hear the rain
droplet's pound into the roof, one of my favorite sounds in the world.
i don't see things the way you might; i see things as poetry. even the
most simple of things as the way someone talks; the way their lips
move when they speak. if they move their hands when they speak is one
of my most particular interests in the human psychosis.
my life is merely something to study from; i have very little interest
in living safely; there's nothing interesting to study there. i write
in a diary; to place down my everyday thoughts; another way to
discover the secrets behind my human. see? i told you i didn't think
like the average person. i can't even talk normal, much less think it.
i don't say 'like' very much, unless i'm utterly speechless.
one of my best friends, who does actually know everything about me;
introduced me to this site. i stole her deviantart username. you can
suck it dj, suck it good baby. yes - i'm going to get you the deck you
want for your birthday. just do me a favor alright? if you break it;
send it to me. i want to nail it to my wall.
i've never claimed to be unique; that's just utterly ignorant. i don't
find skin and bones attractive; jutting hips are disturbing. i'd
rather stare at pastels; light and calm colors, than neon ones. neon
colors; and things that flash hurt my eyes, they really hate me. i've
wrote too much, no one's going to read this anyhow. i'm going to take
another shower now; i still feel dirty.
~ love anna lynn.♥