Hi, I am Angela Chase.
No, I’m not.
I’ve created this blog for my own personal amusement, apparently.
As you obviously noticed, I am not a writer and English is not my native language.
I have been known – in my household – for being very dramatic and completely self-centered. So, I figured this was a great opportunity to put some plaid flannel on and channel Angela Chase, from “My so-called life”! If you don’t know who that is, you are probably a child and you need to google it. I’m not explaining Angela to you. I don’t even believe she CAN be explained.
I wanted to write about where the characters would be these days. My original idea was to keep this blog in character at all times… but wouldn’t that make people think I’m weird?
Just like you, I am curious about what would have happened.
I wanna say a ridiculously gigantic “thank you” to Wilson Cruz and Senta Moses Mikan for bringing these characters to life so beautifully… and for always interacting with me, and making me feel like someone worthy of attention. I absolutely love you! ❤
If I’m lucky, I will not turn into one of those people who lose sense of reality and forget their own identity because they get lost in some sort of fantasy of theirs.
I might die my hair red, though… and I already wear flannel all the time.
You might wanna track me down on instagram and twitter as @theangelachase.
Regarding the story, I would like to point out that I did incorporate everything I could find regarding Winnie Hollzman’s original idea for season 2 into this fan-fic, but I have disconsidered the book “my so-called life goes on”.