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Oh hello. I am Christina. I'm 26. My favorite things are: writing love on my arms, watching movies, laughing, baking brownies, mac 'n' cheese, taking road trips, Disney, writing, playing Guitar Hero and DDR, milk and cookies, smiling, Audrey Hepburn movies, singing Beatles songs, cheering for the Dallas Cowboys, playing board and card games, reading books, watching General Hospital, dancing, and, most importantly, spending time with my friends.

Quote of the Moment:
“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It's probably the most important thing in a person.” - Audrey Hepburn

Mood: i'm good.
Music: pretending.




Sunday, March 7, 2010
dear todd.

Dear Todd,

Please don't do this. She loves you. She loves the girls. I don't know what's happening. She hasn't talked to me. You have no reason to believe me. No reason at all. But I swear she hasn't talked to me. We don't talk that often - maybe every couple of months. That's both of our faults. Life gets in the way sometimes. People get busy. Whenever we do talk... You know what --- It's really hard to tell someone who loves you something that you know will disappoint them. It's hard. It's painful. Three or four years ago, I told her something that disappointed her. I knew it would disappoint her before I told her. That's why I waited so long to talk to her. If what you say is true, I know she's doing the same thing with me. I don't know whether it's true. I don't know. I really and truly do not know. But whatever you do, please don't hurt him. You're not answering my calls or my texts. Neither is she. I don't have a phone number for him. Please don't do this. Please. I love you and I love her. Please. Please. Please. Do not do this.