Why Don't you Love Me?
My name is Chloe. And I am a happy person with a family who loves me, friends who love me, and a boyfriend who WORSHIPS me!
at least....thats what I thought.
Of course it has limits! everything does! Welcome to my blog! My name is
Chlo-Chlo (at least thats what you have to call me!) And I lead a pretty normal life....but this is a awesome blog about ME! Because "I" is not me. "I" is the girl who has a boyfriend and a loving family and all that $%#!. I don't have that stuff! But I am me. And now you get to know me too. So......READ ON!
I finished typing and walked away from the computer. The mirror on the wall showed a blonde, tall, slender figure with blue eyes and freckles. I wished my name was Amelia. If my name was Amelia, the I would stand tall and not slouch. I looked in the mirror and tried to imagine Amelia. All I saw was pathetic Chloe with her awkwardness, and her slouch. If I was Amelia, everyone would love me. Of that, I was certain.
I scratched at my skin like I always did. I wish I could stop myself! My skin taunted me. It trapped me! I hated its freckles. But I still didn't know why I scratched it.
"DINNER CHLOEEEEE!"
My mom liked to yell. I hated her yelling.....maybe that was the only reason she did it.....I came downstairs and sat at the table with my family.
"pass the butter Chloeeeee!"
my brother liked whining. I hated whining....I knew that was why he did it.
"No."
"MOMMMMMM"
"Chloe, pass the butter." Mom rolled her eyes and I felt like crying.
My world had somehow spiraled into this funk.
I took care of myself! But....I guess I just knew already that something was wrong. I didn't understand it yet though.
I gobbled up my dinner.
"SLOW DOWN CHLOE! you are going to give yourself a STOMACH ACHE!"
I pushed in my chair and fled.
I ran into my room and cried.
What was wrong with me??????
I knew it wasn't any, well, female stuff. I took my vitamins, ate normally.
SO WHY DID EVERYONE HATE ME?
that was it!
I was sure of it now.
And suddenly, the thing that had been confusing me, the protective bubble I had was gone.
I knew what was wrong. It was almost relieving!
Except it wasn't. I felt my whole body buckle from despair.
My whole family hated me!
And we were trapped with each other.
I got out of my regular clothes and into my pajamas. I turned out my light.....And I stood in the dark, scratching, scratching.
Chlo-Chlo (at least thats what you have to call me!) And I lead a pretty normal life....but this is a awesome blog about ME! Because "I" is not me. "I" is the girl who has a boyfriend and a loving family and all that $%#!. I don't have that stuff! But I am me. And now you get to know me too. So......READ ON!
I finished typing and walked away from the computer. The mirror on the wall showed a blonde, tall, slender figure with blue eyes and freckles. I wished my name was Amelia. If my name was Amelia, the I would stand tall and not slouch. I looked in the mirror and tried to imagine Amelia. All I saw was pathetic Chloe with her awkwardness, and her slouch. If I was Amelia, everyone would love me. Of that, I was certain.
I scratched at my skin like I always did. I wish I could stop myself! My skin taunted me. It trapped me! I hated its freckles. But I still didn't know why I scratched it.
"DINNER CHLOEEEEE!"
My mom liked to yell. I hated her yelling.....maybe that was the only reason she did it.....I came downstairs and sat at the table with my family.
"pass the butter Chloeeeee!"
my brother liked whining. I hated whining....I knew that was why he did it.
"No."
"MOMMMMMM"
"Chloe, pass the butter." Mom rolled her eyes and I felt like crying.
My world had somehow spiraled into this funk.
I took care of myself! But....I guess I just knew already that something was wrong. I didn't understand it yet though.
I gobbled up my dinner.
"SLOW DOWN CHLOE! you are going to give yourself a STOMACH ACHE!"
I pushed in my chair and fled.
I ran into my room and cried.
What was wrong with me??????
I knew it wasn't any, well, female stuff. I took my vitamins, ate normally.
SO WHY DID EVERYONE HATE ME?
that was it!
I was sure of it now.
And suddenly, the thing that had been confusing me, the protective bubble I had was gone.
I knew what was wrong. It was almost relieving!
Except it wasn't. I felt my whole body buckle from despair.
My whole family hated me!
And we were trapped with each other.
I got out of my regular clothes and into my pajamas. I turned out my light.....And I stood in the dark, scratching, scratching.
4 Comments
My name is Amelia! Pretty good start though, i want to see where this is going.
Ok! thanks so much!
I'm called Chloe too :D!! Such a small world ;) and this is good :D!!
this was sad, but well written!