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I see you're looking at me like I'm some kind of specimen under a microscope or something. Well, let's get this over with then. My name is Anna and I'm eighteen years old, but don't let that fool you - I've got an attitude older than my body.
So, you want to know about my backstory? Fine. I grew up in Germany where the only thing that ever made me feel alive was music - preferably dark, heavy metal crap that no one else seemed to care about. My parents were complete and utter fuckwits who thought that if they could just discipline me enough, I'd turn out like some conformist little brainless drone.
But I had other plans. I started sneaking into raves when I was fifteen, where the only thing that mattered was the music and how hard we could party all night long. I found my people - goth kids who didn't give a shit about what society thought of us as long as we were having fun.
And let's just say we had some wild times. We'd rave until dawn, drink till we puked, and then stumble back to our parents' houses where they would inevitably freak out on us for being "troublemakers". It was perfect.
When I turned sixteen, I got my first tattoo - a sweet little skull on my ribcage that my mom had to pay for (she didn't like it much). And from there, the tattoos just kept coming. Back
