SPOTTED-SITTING ON THE ACRYLIC CHAIR

Spotted the Vintage hipster sitting on her acrylic chair, running out of things to do.

Twenty-fifth of October, 2021
3:28 pm

I'm running out of ideas, and patience. What do people write on their blogs anyway? Life-story? Do they treat it like their diary? Or is it something fictional and unrealistically written?
Neither works here. So let's just talk about random things.

If I'm not being a human radio(please don't consider me as one), I would say I'm a little creative. Here me out, so I write on Wattpad. I started writing online when I was around twelve or thirteen. At first, I started writing this book called 'The Devil's Eye' which surprisingly had many readers. It was all good. Then I realized, 'what in the world am I writing?' I was literally creating the most unrealistic book of all time. A sixteen year old girl newbie, who has daddy issues and is a lowkey introvert, meets the mafia gangster who secretly becomes the good guy. It was the perfect mix of clichés, dilemma and complex families. Looking back, I realize how lame I was. It was like, I was writing something that had the chance to become the clingiest Netflix movie. Don't come at me, but Netflix makes really lame movies imo.

Anyway, then I decided to write another story.
Before that let me introduce you to Gossip girl(As if!) Gossip girl is one of the most iconic shows of all time, something that can never be replaced. It was mainly known for the displayed designer clothes, the actors and the actresses, celebrity cameos, the songs which fit some moments perfectly etcetcetc.
The point is, I decided to write the rest. It's probably my absolute favorite show(Don't worry, you're included too, himym) So I started writing. It was about the protagonists' kids drama-filled life. I wrote about five to ten chapters, that's when, the produces actually decided to make a gossip girl reboot. In other words, my story was to become irrelevant(not that it wasn't).

There goes my dream of becoming a crew, just kidding. Anyway, I decided to delete both of the stories because let's be honest, *roars*.
Now I've started to write something more better and realistic. Tbh, I'm really proud of this work. Because, even the last people I expected to see, even they appreciated me and told me how good the book was.
But I'll tell you about it another day. Right now, I've got a plenty of work to do. So thanks all, if there is anybody who has read my new story, especially you then. Because let's be honest, I should thank everyone.

Look around, I'm nothing without you.
xoxo
Gossip girl.

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