Although these media texts won’t give an insight into every single thought in my brain, they express small fragments of my personality and of how I see myself. 

 The GHS image, represents my initials. Georgina Hannah Stewart. Although seemingly obvious and cliche “my name is who I am”, for me, it is. I for one have never really been in love with my name. Sometimes I feel like it wasn’t meant for me as I was supposed to be called Hannah, however my parents already knew two children had been named that in the year before I was born. Maybe the odds were against me from the beginning.GHS

The image of the city, the train station accompanied by its audio link together. I seem to always find myself waiting for something, and then when it comes around, it happens in a whirlwind and I move on, to wait for the next thing. They reflect the fact that majority of the time I find it hard to appreciate thing the bigger things.

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The shot of my bedroom in short outlines my utter laziness on many occasions, my room, as for many, is generally my safe haven, and has seen every emotion i’ve ever had to offer.Bedroom

The keyboard audio, a rendition of “Greased Lightning” played by my younger sister portrays my passion for all things musical and acting.

The video of the record player shows outlines my love for music, and perhaps my interest in “aesthetic”, something that I thought would prove to be a phase and many of my interests have, but is proving me wrong thus far.
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The video of one of my dogs Charley simply supports the fact that I spend so much time with him. He’s such a gentle and calm animal that is never shy of a cuddle when you need one.
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The text, text messages between myself and my younger sister are in short, a summary of many of our conversations. Being such a huge part of my life, they reflect us perfectly, just as they would any other sisters.

ME: Can you turn the internet on pls?

SISTER: No you

ME: But i’m upstairs

SISTER: I don’t care
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ME: We’re coming home now

SISTER: Why?
Do you have food?
Pls bring food!