Proceed with Caution

By Tasha Oliver

Alcohol. Drugs. Fighting. Death. Love. Pain. Blood. It's everything sixteen year old, Cloe Elizabeth, is going through. She can't control her actions anymore. She's completely lost herself. There's nowhere to turn anymore. She's already gone.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jan 26, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456730604

Tasha Oliver

Tasha Oliver is an author who can speak to her audience. She knows the ups and downs that teens and moms go through each day. She has struggled through-out her life and tells things like they really are. She never sugar coats problems to make them seem less than they actually are. She knows how to relate to her readers and understands what many people go through everyday.

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Table of Contents

Me.

The Proof.

What Happens When They Aren’t Around.

No Mirrors, Please.

Seeing Is Believing, Right?

Ex Equals Oh.

Men Or Vaginas In Disguise?

Pleasant Ville.

So Complicated.

Ex Equals Oh, Plus Two.

No Harm Done, Right?!

You Know I’m Right.

A Waste Of A Soul.

The Bitch In The Backseat.

Unforgivable Sins.

Trust No One.

My Own Bottomless Pit Of Hell.

Joy Ride.

A Step Back In Time.

Not For The Faint At Heart.

Existence Is Futile.

Blood Raged War.

Pure Exhaustion.

Meaningless Sex.

High School.

Okay, New Plan.

Holy Shit On A Cow, In A Desert!

Diagnosis.

Obsessional Paranoia

From Up, Back Down To HELL.

My Life Currently...

A Month Changes Everything.

Three Months And A Day Later.

It’s True What They Say…

My Third Trimester.

Thirty-Five Weeks Pregnant.

It’s The Best Feeling In The World,

New Mom 101.

Vomit. Vomit. Oh! And More Vomit.

City Lights.

Please Sir, Go Fuck Yourself.

Siblings.

Heartless Bitch.

Love Me Or Hate Me.

Me.

So I think I should introduce myself.

My name is Cloe.

I’m currently sixteen years old.

I live in Oklahoma.

And this would is the writings from deep inside my own personal journal,

collected from over three years.

So onto my first question,

am I happy?

Is that a good question?

Well everyone sees this smile on my face and assumes it’s genuine.

But what they don’t seem to realize is that this smile is actually hiding all the pain, hurt, anger, hate, and tears that I am constantly holding back.

I bottle up everything.

It’s my way of dealing with the issues in my life without going insane.

This book is everything I actually feel.

In other words,

everything that I’ve bottled up is in this book.

These writings are a look into the way I think.

With that in mind,

proceed with caution.

The Proof.

I know that this may sound so emo,

but life never seems to go the way I plan.

I pray for happiness,

I get pain.

I pray for love,

I get hate.

I guess that’s a big reason as to why I lost my faith in the one people call God.

Now do not get me wrong here.

I am NOT a Satanist.

If anything, I don’t believe in Satan either.

I am in between Buddhist and Agnostic.

Strange combo, right?

Well that’s me for you.

Strange as hell and as random as possible.

I’ve even been called morbid a couple of times.

I’ll even give you a hint to why.

People apparently think it’s morbid to rather bleed than ever cry.

But why cry?

It shows weakness and shows attackers how to hit you where it hurts.

And quite frankly, I’ll be damned if I let someone know my true weaknesses and how to get to me.

So do you think I’m crazy?

If you said yes, I’m not.

I promise you, I’m perfectly sane.

Trust me, I’ve checked.

I haven’t been sent to an asylum yet.

So I assume I’m not.

I’m just very headstrong.

That’s all.

Sometimes, I do think that I might be a danger to myself.

Actually strike that, I know I am.

So back to my original question, am I happy?

Proof says no.

The two-faced smiles and hugs say no.

The things that haunt me every day say no.

But honestly, why should any of them say yes?

I wouldn’t.

I don’t.

I haven’t given them a reason to.

The pain, betrayal and hate that I feel on a day to day