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More Tea Anyone?
 

I'm an average Teenager.

It's days like this I do believe i'm an average teenager.

I mean, I will have love problems, and I moan about them to my friends via msn and text.

I may become very bored, so I log on to the computer, which makes me even more bored, but I refuse to get off it, so I can see what pictures my friends have been taking of themselves pouting in front of a mirror, and then claiming for them to be 'beyond gorgeous', when it's just because I know they don't like their image in the mirror, and i'm trying to be a good friend, by re-assuring them.

I will look at my homework diary, and realise I have way too much homework to leave until one night, but I put it off and go back onto facebook anyway.

I sometimes quote song lyrics in my facebook and Twitter status updates, and people may comment on it, depending on what kind of mood the song lyrics are set to. Funnily enough, no one really comments on the happy song lyrics, but as soon as you post sad, lovey dovey lyrics, they seem to be all over you.

I will oggle at a guy, way too old for my standards.

I will look at happy couples, and have a sinking feeling in my stomache, knowing that I am not one of them.

But mostly,

I'm like a normal teenager, which is what I always re-assure to myself. These worries which seem big now, such as being too fat, too ugly, not having straight enough hair, or having one spot, will disappear in a matter of time. This may range from something like a week, to a year, but these teenage worries will vanish.

At times like these, I have to remember my Gran's words, about how she always wishes she was a teenager again. I remember back at them, and realise many things. Sure, I have 'worries', but I need to make the most of my young life.

There

  1. Blogger Chris W. | 21 July 2010 at 11:30 |  

    I love that last part. Yes, make the most of this time! You've got so many good things to look forward to, trust me on this. =D