
Ever looked at those girls sweating and sobbing outside a One Direction concert and wondered what the hell they’re thinking? This is what they’re thinking.
Five years ago, my mornings looked something like this.
5:00am – Wake up. Check Twitter. See if celebrity was online. Start spamming the shit out of his Twitter until such time when I decided he wouldn’t notice my tweets among the hundreds of thousands of others and give up.
7:00am – Get ready for my day. Meet up with a friend who had the same problem. Waste the day planning when we would eventually meet said celebrity, marry them and spend our lives eating caviar and drinking Dom Perignon.
And then I’d go to sleep and repeat.
Hi, I’m Julia, and I’m a recovering celebrity-obsessed fan girl. I was that person who would spend hours of every day stalking – via social media – a celebrity’s every moment. I went so far as to cut friends off who liked the same celebrity, because we both couldn’t have him. Hell, once I even wrote and filmed myself rapping to win a competition to meet him. I didn’t win.
