My name is Christy. I have been through a lot in my mere 22 years, but never look for pity, or sympathy. I worry about things i shouldn't, and that I do not have control over. I am trying to believe in fairytales again, but so far, am not having much luck. I trust way to easily, even to those who do not derserve it. I am my own worst enemy. I care about people too much, and though that can be a good thing, it can also end up horribly.