My name is Christa and I am a strong supporter of the 5 second rule. I ran before I walked and I sang before I talked. I have this thing where I poke people in the eye very often. It’s completely unintentional. I’m very selective about the people I let into my life. So if, by chance, you happen to catch me completely off guard, please don’t hurt me. I’m more sensitive than I let on. I am distressed, my optimism is wearing thin, and my once strong belief that people are mostly good has been disproven. I always know the right thing to say one second too late. This is what makes me so terrible at comforting people. I am more of a one-on-one kind of person although I sometimes find myself caught up in large groups. Some days, I feel ugly. Most days I feel out of place. Don’t try to categorize me. I break too many molds. Butterfly kisses make me smile. I remember most people by scent. When I get really upset, I hyperventilate or throw up. I long to get caught up in someone who wants to get caught up in me. I want to meet someone passionate and intense. I don’t know whats going to happen or where I’m going to end up and it scares me to death.