I like bands and music, yet am not knowledgeable enough in it to be a "music nerd." Instead I will fangirl, woot woot
P.S. I will probably use this to rant about things, so read at your own risk I guess
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Once upon a time, in the suburbs of Southern California, lived a sweet (ha), innocent (HA) girl. Now, this child, while admittedly socially awkward beyond belief, actually did have friends; and it was with these friends that she agreed to create a joint account on Wattpad.
Today, this account is nowhere to be seen, as it was created by middle schoolers who decided to give themselves aliases that, in hindsight, were kinda stripper-ish, and entitle their account something very cringe-worthy in an attempt to be cool and tumblr; the end result was a monster with all the cringe of "Delilah" and none of the cuteness. (This account will not be named here, though it will be said that it included the word "dreams" in a nonsensical phrase that has nothing to actually do with dreams.) Eventually, the hero of our story decided that she had had enough, and gave up on that account, along with her friends. She forgot about this "Wattpad" thing and moved on with her life.
That is, until she discovered something utterly life-shattering. Fandoms.
Drawn out by her newfound obsessions over Sherlock BBC and Queen, memories of Wattpad resurfaced in the girl's mind. But rather than return to the absolutely cringe-worthy (sorry, Grace, it's true) account that she'd made in middle school, she decided to start anew: this time, as her own, independent, socially awkward fangirl with a slightly less cringey username.
Before long, she realized that not only could she use this account to read the smuts, she could also use it to bitch about her life anonymously online, whilst also attempting to improve her writing skills. This was born her first contribution to Wattpad: a loose "collection" (who am I kidding I'm pretty sure there's like three parts) of random writings entitled "Meese? Moises?". To this day, our protagonist is still confused about the title herself, and acknowledges that it's probably more cringeworthy than her original account's title. But fuck it, it's not changing, I can live my life how I want to, okay?
But take note, dear reader, for this ...thing... that the hero of this story created is .....not good. And due to the fact that she has barely written since, it is safe to say that her way with words hasn't exactly been improving outside of school. Wow, what a dedicated writer, I know; be envious, everyone.
Many months, multiple political rants, and quite a few fangirl breakdowns later, the girl found herself in the place that she most likely is in to this day; sitting on her bed in her underwear, procrastinating on her biology homework. And she lived happily (eh) ever after.
