i am scared. me, the great christine. is scared. god, though words do not go together. they do not. and i never want to see them together. ever. but i still have to say it

i'm too sensitive. that's wad it is. i went to yy's blog

you know i strongly believe that if you have nothing nice to say, don't open your mouth. obviously some pple beg to differ (the freaks) lets amend my previous statement. if you have nothing nice to say, don't say it when i'm around. pple are very irritatingly blur and ignorant and oblivious. note to all you pple reading this damn thing. don't talk about me as if i'm not there cause i am so obviously THERE. you wanna bitch about me do it behind my back. what i don't know can't hurt me. got it? and don't state it like its so damn matter of fact. cause its not. its just your opinion. which i don't value too highly anymore. go take your inferiority complex and shove it up someone's ass.


and that was wad i read. and i was like, omigod, wad if she's mad at me? and then, i realised i;'m being such an asshole. insanity has clouded my mind.