The anger I feel inside:

I have never hated a person with my whole heart. Until a few months ago. You know who you are and I hope you read this. Wanna know why I'm better than you? Because I stick to my promises. When I commit, I'm commited. This is my mood every day guys. It's so sad. The people I loved most don't talk to me, I don't talk to them, and I want more than anything to get away. But.. I'm better than that. Yup. Bye.

Screw Technology.

Honestly? Twitter was fun... Until I got harassed there. Facebook was getting old.. And I was getting crap there, too. Blogging is nice, but you still get biz snatch girls writing dumb stuff. Technology is supposed to be good. Nope. It only causes me worry and stress. It's only yet ANOTHER way to cause drama. I'm glad my friends no longer tell me things. I'm glad I don't really have friends (because if I did, I'd be caught up in dumb things that don't even matter). I'm glad that I have at least two people to back me up when I need it. I'm glad I have my blog to listen to me vent in a more creative and wordy way :) I'm glad it's the time of season to get fat and eat away your worries. Current: 117.4 After the holidays: 136 Count on it ;) Tah.

yes, i'm still alive.

hey.
hows it goin?
my name is chloe..
and i've been gone far too long.
but i hope to making it back to the blogging world a little more often now :]

just incase anyone wants to know, i'm doing great :]
sometimes feelings are hurt, or anger is everywhere, and you get offended very easily, but i've become okay with those feelings. i'll complain all i want, because those i complain to, are those i trust.

sometimes you have to love someone enough to give them what they want. sometimes its hard, but you put on a pretty smile and say you're okay :] and sometimes, if youre lucky enough, you really are okay :] like me :]





keep smiling... because you're beautiful :]

tah xxx

I often think rain comes just when I need it the most.

It's like a crying: you cry and cry, but when you're done, you feel refreshed. It makes me feel like it's okay to cry and cry.

The sky is beautiful when it cries....

Why can't I be beautiful, too??

I can.

RAAAAAAAIN.

Tah/
Xxx

Feeling crafty. Hanging lightbulb vase. ByChloe.

to:...to those who...

baby. i wish you could see.
just how much youre loved.
you don't have to like us, but you NEED to know that you are not hated.
people are not being fake. theyre just worried, and not really sure how to go about things with you because they don't want to piss you off.
youre loved.
i swear it.

love,
chloe


tahxxx

the sounds of my childhood memory...

   as I'm laying here in bed, i can hear the train blowing its horn. its dark, and I'm laying by a slightly cracked window. this sound reminds me of two different times in my not-too-long-ago childhood life.

   whenever i hear the sound of that horn, i immediately go to my grandparents house. i was about 6 i think, and i remember laying in my bed, that was right by a slightly cracked window, where i could hear the sound of that horn, and could see the glare from the city lights. i can strictly remember the smell that room had: it smelled of strong scented soap, the kind you would smell in an earlier time period. i always thought it would be green and prickly. i remember being wrapped up in stiff, cool, white sheets.
   i don't know why i always go to that moment in time, but i always do. every time. and it reminds me of the happy times i shared in hot California, in that house with wretched green carpet..... and I'll never forget that simple memory.

  i also think of the time i was in London. we were staying at the London temple headquarters in a white, cylinder block room that had three bunk beds. i loved hearing the sound of that train... it was somehow so much more magical than any other train I'd ever heard. maybe it was due to the fact that i was in London, somewhere I'd always longed to go, or maybe its just because i have a thing for trains.
   i loved smelling and hearing the light drops of rain, and the far away bustle of London, and feeling the calming peace of the temple nearby. i loved walking around the beautiful gardens each morning before we went out for the day, and seeing, all around me, the strange and different things. the things that remind me of my time in the UK are things i would never trade for anything. they are memories i will never forget, and they're memories that are awakened quite often by the smallest things.

   i love being reminded of happy childhood times. times when all you needed to do was get a red crayon and draw a picture. when bubbles could make everything better. where going far away places in your imagination was normal, and making up silly games with your friends was the best time.

   I'm grateful for the memories i have, and the places they take me.


".... you didn't even play with me and i adore you for it..."

have a lovely, and dreamy night my charming readers..
tah.