Chloés Blog

Lol so this is my documentation of life, images will be uploaded🥳 (I was listening to this song on my cd player while writing lolz)

ok so boom I’m putting shorts on none of them fit, it’s ok cs I put my khaki ones on. It’s wtv. Khaki shorts, a tank, keep it pushing. I really like really hate stretch denim. So wtv I’m done changing, socks on, makeup done I’m all good then my mom comes in “hey angel face you ready?” “Yeah just none of my shorts fit” “none of your clothes fit? Oh no” “yeah but it’s okay” mind you im already holding back tears because I hate stretch denim. So wtv I do my makeup, put on deodorant and my mom is like rushing me for wtv reason like hello? So im like “ma I’m putting deodorant on right now can I not?” I go in the hall put my shoes on and my dad is like “we’re going to a restaurant” so I’m like “ok.” I go to my room, pull down my red Hollister dress with polkadots put that on without even putting on shorts, go back put my shoes on and my mom is like “girl your socks. Just stay home” because they’re long and I folded them down and atp I’m crying cs I’m frustrated and she’s like “why are you crying is it because you have no clothes?” Like oh my gosh shut up and my dad is like “do you have a pair of socks for her?” She’s like “yeah” so I go in her drawer looking for socks and there’s nothing I find one sock and the other is lost, eventually I find it and take my socks off to put those on and she’s like “are you done” like can I put fucking socks on? My dad is like “Annette just stop, stop shh” because what’s her problem? And then we get in the car and she’s like “you’ve had a problem all day”

I’m over trying to be everyone’s expectations

real question why does nobody talk about how hard it is to stay clean?

currently 23:01 pm I’m listening to Björk on my sofa while pondering on my entire existence