Epilogue
With each step I take as I walk through Camden Lock the more anxious I become. I am praying to a God that I don't believe in that no one will recognize one would suspect that Zoe Sugg was a "Goth" or listened too Bauhaus; I am torn in two from completely different attractions. The store full of New Rocks fill me with admiration and longing whilst I forget that I have just participating in a shoot for Cosmopolitan Magazine. It may be paranoia but as I am keeping my head down I can feel death glares and some stares, have I blown my cover?! All this "Beauty-Guru" rubbish has expanded and rapidly blown up in my face; my intention was never too be an internet sensation within such a vain community! I was just a seven-teen year old trying too find myself but now the pressure is closing in too be the perfect "daughter", "role model" and lastly, "girlfriend".
As i purchase some new boots it reminds me of how busy London can be as I battle through the crowds too an Indie bar next to the canal. As I sit my bags down next too me I pull out my Ipad too check how many views my latest video has gathered whilst I had been living in "real-life". As my pupils scan the comments there is a mixture of complains and positive motivational comments too keep on making videos. I admit that my channel has been lacking so I do need too write down some ideas that my followers can lap up. However, a frown takes over as I realize that unless I come out of the closet as a "Goth" then I can never vlog Camden Lock or do Haul's on the boots in the bag next too me. Should I reveal the truth or keep living a lie?!