A Head Full of Zoella

A Head Full of Zoella

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I've always lived in my dreams, I've never really paid attention to real life, It just seems easier. Yet the last time I feel asleep I never woke up... My whole life I've dreamed of one thing and that was Zoella. Life now isn't the same - I sleep the whole day away but the one thing that's good about it all is that each day brings a different story - a different meaning - a different connection. My whole life the same dream kept on appearing, kept on popping up in my head - I never really understood, it never really made sense. Until the day I died it clicked, it made sense. That one tiny dream expanded to a whole life long story. When I dreamed I dreamt of a woman - a 24 year old girl. It never really made sense to me, that woman it didn't click who it was but now it does, I get it now. I can't believe I didn't know who it was until now that one woman I dreamed of my whole life is now here in my second life my second story!
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