Love day #2: Annelise Marie Frank

        I think my love of writing started about four years ago, after an obsession with Anne Frank. I myself am not jewish. However, I have long studied judaism. Again, because of Anne. I still love her to this day, though not as obsessively. She's a  beam of steel.  A beautiful, tragic one. I agreed with her philosophy, that writing allows us to say things we cannot say aloud.  She was a good example to parents that they don't really know their kids. As Otto Frank, Anne's father, once said; "I had a very close relationship with Anne.  I never saw this mature side of her. This just goes to show that parents don't really know their children."

       She got me hooked on writing, and expressing yourself on paper. Naturally I own the definitive addition of her diary. Her struggle, story, and eventual tragic is one of the most well-known stories ever to come out of the holocaust. She completely changed my life, reshaping my view of the world. She is the one person I would love to meet above all others. I wish I could have saved her. It seems foolish.


     Anne wasn't just some artistic sob story. She was a normal teenage girl, with normal teenage issues. Admittedly, she was in hiding, in constant fear of discovery by nazis. Oh and peter griffin? You can go kiss my @%&$$#^&*.

  Thanks Anne.





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