If I get it all down on paper, it’s no longer inside of me,
threatening the life it belongs to.
And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd
’cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud.

About pages always send me into identity crises.

I’ll try to be brief.

My name is Christine. I study natural resources but I’m hindered by my sheltered city girl ways. I’m an audiophile. I can be peppy and contemplative, loving and distant. I get lonely sometimes, but like being by myself. There is still a lot about myself that I would like to discover and verbalize. I still watch Arthur at home. I’m cynical and optimistic.