Hey. I know no one's going to read this, so I don't know who I'm talking to exactly, but whatever. I'm Angel. If you didn't already know, my life is boring as all getout. So I guess I'm writing this to make my life more interesting, because at least now part of my life is a blog. I'm the average teen, minus my pixie cut, 5/7 13-year-old-ness, my obsession with reading, and my weird style, plus about a million other things. So I guess I'm not an average teen, but I think I'm as close as I'm going to get right now, sitting in my bedroom, under my comforter at 3am writing a blog post.
That's kind of concerning.
Most 13-year-olds would stay up until 3 in the morning to watch Netflix, or pull a Snapchat all-nighter with their best friend or whatever, and I stayed up until three in the morning to read fanfiction and see if I have any random ideas for my book.
Oh, and another thing that makes me about the weirdest 13-year-old on the planet? I'm writing a novel. A YA romance novel, to be exact. And it's stupid and I think a part of me knows that no one's going to read it, but the rest of me is wishing that it'll become a super popular novel that everyone will read and people will talk about at school and that I'll be famous.
But that's not gonna happen. I should stop getting my hopes up. But I can't help it. Every 13-year-old has a dream, right? To be a rockstar, a dancer, a veteranarian? Well, mine is to go to Northwestern with a major in Creative Writing and a minor in Theater and become a published, real author. And maybe an actress. And a good one. But I still get scared about how life is gonna go. Like if I'll actually get what I want. And if I don't, will I find a way to be happy? I know I worry too much. And if you're reading this, I'm sorry for bugging you with my problems. Life is too short to worry about other people's problems, especially people you don't know. So I'm sorry.
But I can't help it.
Peace Out,
Angel
