HEAD IS A MESS HEART IS A WRECK
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Last published Wed, Feb 24, 2016
Hey, I'm Sophia, just a typical teenage girl, obsessed with boys, makeup, fashion, sex, music etc. And like all teenage girls, I over-analyse and over-dramatise about crazy made up scenarios that exist only in my imagination.
I worry about getting spots, I worry about 'fitting in' and wish I was more popular at school. I get stressed over my weight and worry about the ever increasing size of my butt. I obsess about how to get more likes on 'Facebook' and spend time thinking up crazy ideas about how to get more followers on 'Instagram' and 'Twitter'. I take far too many selfies, always trying to take that perfect picture. I also send far too many texts and spend too much time on my laptop watching pointless vids on 'YouTube'.
I am totally hooked on TV shows like, 'Pretty Little Liars,' 'The Vampire Diaries' and 'Bad Education'. I am totally obsessed with boy bands like, 'ID', '5 Seconds of Summer', 'The Vamps' and 'Panic! At The Disco'. I also spend lots of my time daydreaming about Harry, Liam or Zayn. I live for the day when I will be at one of their concerts, and they will spot me in the crowd, then pull me up onto the stage in front of everyone and start singing 'What Makes You Beautiful'.
And like all teens, I play my music way too loud, especially Justin Bieber's 'What Do You Mean?'. I get grounded far too often and drive my parent's crazy with my hormonal, over emotional outbursts. And not that I would like to admit to this but, I can be a bit of a 'drama Queen' at times too.
But, hey, I'm a teenage girl and that's how we roll.
And, like all teenagers, we all like to have our own little secrets right...?
Some people have guardian angels...
Some people can predict the future...
Some people can even claim to see dead people...
As for me, well, I promise to share my secret with you soon. But first, let me try to explain how it all began before you call the guys in the little white suits to come and take me away!
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