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My Teenage Dream Ended is the debut book and album by Farrah Abraham. Abraham came to prominence in the MTV reality TV show Teen Mom. In August 2012, Abraham released the autobiography My Teenage Dream Ended, published by MTV Press. The book chronicles her teenage pregnancy and the problems she faced during the time, including her drug use, the arrest of her father, and the death of her daughter's father, Derek Underwood

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My Teenage Dream Ended is Teen Mom star Farrah Abraham’s debut album, which is a companion to her autobiography of the same title. The album is infamous for its abrasive dubstep inflected production, thick autotune, and incredibly depressing lyrics.

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My Teenage Dream Ended. Much like Tommy Wiseau's The Room, My Teenage Dream Ended really can't be enjoyed in a conventional sense. Though there is entertainment value in watching or in this case, listening to someone obliviously release something that falls short of every note they attempted to hit. If Farrah Abraham ever tried again to recapture this glory I would have no faith in her ability. This is a surreal, bizarre, slip on a banana peel album- but one that.

My Teenage Dream Ended (the album) utilises a basic and familiar sonic palette – bass wobbles, crunching, mechanical electronics, frenetic beats and slatherings of Autotune – but puts them together in startling and jarring fashion. The core of the strangeness lies in Abraham’s vocals: disjointed, arrhythmic phrases, like pages ripped out of a teenager’s diary, either spoken, shouted or sung at apparently random pitches before being subjected to so much Autotune processing that they buckle and crack even further