Skinny

[Hey readers! (if there are any.) This is something i've been writing lately. Its in the early stages so, i hope you enjoy it.]
~Anna~
  My shallow breathes were all i could hear. There were whispers though. Whispers that surrounded me. And the brightness. Moving shadows. And all that white. The big, broad, frightenening white. I felt naked, stripped and exposed. Without any fabric to cling to.

  I couldn't catch what the whispers were saying. They were far away, but i could sense them. Their wicked little vibrations that sneeked onto my ear drums. They bulit up, like a wall. Trapping me within themselves. Words like "ugly" and "fat" crossed my mind. I cringed at the thought of them.
 
   Out of a sudden, i felt the urge to move. So i started running. Spreading my legs out wide infront of me and pushed myself forward. Run, Anna, RUN.

    There wasn't a way out. Caged like an animal.

   Defeated, i crouched down and stared at my hands. Mama always said that i had the most beautiful hands. 'моя Анна с ее красивые руки' she would say. My Anna with her beautiful hands. Now, as i look at them, i felt ashamed. What used to be long and elegant fingers, are now bony and crude. My once fair and luminescent skin is now of a sickly, almost transluscent colour. I reached them out to study them. I could see the veins under my skin, purple-ish blue, as if it bruised. I couldn't look away. They were haunting me. I clench them, just to see what they'll look like. They almost crunched, the bones, the joints, they popped out. They were so clear when they shouldn't have been. What have you done, Anna? I shut my eyes tight.

'What have i done?'

  [Ok. That was it. That was like a prolouge. Hope you liked it. If you want, you can leave me some comments. I don't mind if they are negative. (Yes. I'm that desperate.) just say something. In my stupid little dream land. I know there is someone out there reading this stuff and i hope that someone liked it. Anyway, thank you.]

Teenage awareness

Sites like Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr they should be grateful for us teenagers. For without us, they are nothing. Teenagers. We are the blood which thrives through the veins of these "household websites". Without teenagers, young adults, Mark Zuckerberg would be nothing but a nobody, Harvard graduate. ( and the other guy who created twitter. But honestly who cares about him? He's not the one with a blockbuster movie about him.) There is truly one main reason we post on Facebook and Twitter, the secret that really isn't, here it is people----we all want to make our lives prettier than they truly are. There I said it. It isn't pretty but it's true. It applies to a lot of things. Saying something smart to let everyone know what a smartass you are or post pictures of your day out with friends to prove that you have a life. Or liking some athlete or band or book to let everyone know that you are knowledgable. Or even answering a quiz that categorize you into a group like "care free" or " the rebel" because obviously we teenagers do love to portray ourselves into stereotypes. To make ourselves into a one sided person without any dimensions, only capable of experiencing certain types of emotions. But I don't believe in stereotypes. I don't think a person can really just be one thing. Everyone has different layers, regardless how thick or thin. More or less. We all have layers and we shed them when we want to when we are safe and warm in the trust that is very hard to give.

The thing is, I don't think you can take one look at someone and say "Oh, he's a happy-go-lucky person." or "Oh, she's a ah Lian/minarep(it's Malay, I don't know how to spell it. )." These observations, they are only a layer. No one is truly what they seem to be. No one is truly one way. We are not machines. This applies to everyone Please, look beyond the skin, look beyond the first layer, because you really might spot something you never thought was there. Just remember that.

The good never win.

The good ones, the good people, they never really win. Do they? I mean what do you define "good people"? My History teacher told me that the side that wins in the end, are the "good guys". There is a song written in the 60s, among the lyrics comes the famous quote," there is no black and white, only shades of grey." of course, back then, it was referring to the barrier between the black and white people. But, as we all could tell, it covers a lot in our lives. It doesn't have to mean racial barriers does it? There never is an ultimate right, or wrong. Just like the quote, there are only shades of grey.