taken in stride.

huge long story. but. this is an entry in etta's xanga directed at me.

Obviously, I am a threat because you wrote it in your blog. Oh, and I will mess with you all I want. You're a stupid cunt, you're conniving, lying, and I don't think you deserve to breathe on this planet. You were used. You were never loved, get over it. He has. He never had anything to get over... because he never loved you and he never will.

By the way ... how does it feel knowing you were someone's easy fuck?

and this is what "i" had to say when i commented on it.

first of all, you need to realize how immature this whole charade is. you sit there criticizing me and my whole life when you don't even know me. all you really know about me is that i once had your man. you got sloppy seconds here sweetheart, so i hope you're living it up.

second, you need to stop ragging on me to MY friends. you're lucky they even talk to you. when you sit at your computer at night fantasizing about what things to say about me, most of the time your intentions being mean and heartless, then bitch, be mean and heartless. don't sit there and be a fake bitch. i dont need "all your best" because if the best that you have is my garbage, then hunny you better keep on picking.

~christina

come on now, tell me that is not funny. :)



“life is full of choices,” that’s what they tell me. behind my back are thousands of stars. under my feet are my oceans. i don't want to hear about the world crumbling down. i don't want to know what your mind holds if it will only break my heart. my feet move faster than my mind, and my thoughts run through my head faster than my fingers can write. i touch and i feel and i pretend not to care when it hurts.

i am okay, and i am strong. i won't let anyone bring me down, least of all nick bell and this repeating cycle. i am here. not there. and with a new perspective on life and friendship. (with a new screen name on AOL. i just need to get away.) and with the exception of two people, i have nothing left there. and although that makes me sad, i know its for the best. i have people that care about me here. i don't have to worry about the past ruining the future.




its not the size of the soldier in the fight, its the size of the fight in her.
-G.I. Jane.