Twenty Therteen

I, Chloe Chaotic, have been away from here for a long time. Lots has changed since my blogging days began. I now know of things such as Twitter and Facebook. I know the wonders of The Walking Dead and Rhett and Link. Times have changed. The Chloe has changed. In ye olde 2011 Chloe Chaotic wrote of love, heartache and rock music. Nearing the end of 2013 The Chloe has more to say and even more importantly has began referring to herself as the Chloe. I am also apparently attempting to cram the word Chloe into a blog as many times as humanly possible. Quite literally as I type this I wonder if beginning a blog again is the best thing for this world. Do you all need my ramblings? As I typed that I decided yes. The world will be a better place with my written word to lighten your day.

I am Chloe Chaotic

and I am mad.

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New Moon

It seemed the moon shone brighter that night
More yellow and glowing the night that you died.
I stared out my window, bewhildered, bemused
my feelings, emotions ranged from saddened to used.
Holding back tears so as not to look weak,
fighting reality as the future looked bleak.
All I could see was your face in my head
and the gorgeous moonlight that shone on my bed.
I remembered the last time that you laid there asleep,
It seemed like a liftime but it was only last week.
I laid down beside you while still lost in my thoughts,
I imagined you stirring, I'd gotten completely lost.
I cried as the pain ripped through my chest,
my limbs and my muscles and tore through the rest,
of my body. I'd never felt pain of this depth.
I tossed and I turned until, exhausted, I slept.
I awoke in the morning and remembered you'd left . . .

Stockholm Syndrome

She looked up from her spot on the floor. She could only see out of one eye due to the blood dripping into her other. He was standing over her snarling. He stormed into the bedroom as she cowered on the floor in the other room.
She dragged herself into the bathroom where she slumped over the toilet and bled into the water. She shouted on him "Gary, Gary I don't feel well." She thought she was losing conciousness. She was losing too much blood. "Gary! Gary. I'm no well!" She was confused, normally by this time he had calmed down and would be overly nice. It confused her that he hadn't come through yet. She must have really pissed him off. She was scared, she thought she was going to lose him either because he was really mad at her this time or because she was going to die. The toilet water now had so much blood in itthat not only did it look the colour of blood also the consistency. Her head hurt, she could feel her pulse in her temples. "Gary, I diny feel too good!" She cried knowing he was in hearing distance but wasn't coming to her rescue.
She sobbed as she pulled herself up by the toilet seat - not caring about germs - and dragged herself into the bedroom. "Gary" She gret. Eyes half closed she stumbled into the room where she sat down on the bed beside him. He grumbled as she almost sat on his leg. "Gary" she cried "I'm no well."
"Huh? What?" he said as he awoke. She cried in the relief that he hadn't been ignoring her, he'd been sleeping. The distraught look on his face said it all. He did love her. He looked so worried that she was crying and bleeding. The first thing he did before anything else was cradle her in his arms. "Shh, It's ok buba" he soothed as he stroked her hair. "You'll be ok buba. Don't cry." He continued to cuddle her as he helped her up and took her through to the livingroom. He gently sat her down on a chair. "I'll get you a glass of water baby." She sat in the chair sobbing. He brought her a cold glass of water and some headache tablets. He wasn't all bad she thought as he acted the perfect boyfriend. She didn't think it was acting at all, she thought it was the real him.

Our Baby

I smelled you there,
but you were gone.
You left me there,
I was alone.
Except my baby,
was here with me.
Until he died,
then it was me.
I slept for months,
and drunk and fought.
Until one night,
I was distraught,
and there you were,
you had come back.
I had to tell you,
our baby was gone.
You held me for hours.
You kissed my head.
I cried and cried,
our baby was dead.
I'm sorry I killed him,
It wasn't my fault.
My body, My enemy,
I did nothing wrong.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I can't take it back.
But I need you to know,
that I it wasn't an act,
of revenge or rebellion.
It was an accident,
I didn't mean it,
I needed him.
Now that you're back,
I can't let you go.
and next time im offered,
a drink I promise I'll say no.

Loved & Lost

This is a video of everyone that has ever been important in my life. Probably most importantly of all my Auntie Nell who we lost in September 2009 to cancer, She was a brilliant lady and is sorely missed. Also featured in this video or my Mum, Dad, Nan and Grandad who play the biggest parts in my life and are more important to me than anyone in the world.

People that I know are missing from this video are Iain Morris, Greg Henderson, Sarah Archibald, Sarah "Billie" Henderson, Colin Grieve & Scott Parrett. I didn't have any photos of these ninjas but I have used Colin and Scotts music to make them feel special. Anyone else that is missing im sorry, it was not done to spite you <3


So to the people I love, the people I have lost and the people I am yet to meet, thank you and Enjoy! <3

Chloe Chaotic Vlog Number Three

Here is the third in my series of vlogs. Number 3 is a little different it has a little more structure. It's all about piercings. This was done late at night and I made a few editing mistakes so I'm upoloding the corected version. Also Happy Birthday to my very good friend Dean latimer, I love you <3 Enjoy! <3