I Cristina Yang’d last night.


ThisΒ was how I looked. I’m not exaggerating.

Mikey said something and I took it too seriously. So I started crying. The hysterical kind where you’re gasping for breath and your chest becomes really heavy. He tried to comfort me, but I could feel his body vibrating from laughter as he held me. And every time it seemed like I was about to calm down, he would ask me: “is it funny yet?”, and then I would start crying some more.

So even though I’m the opposite of blooming, maybe we are having a girl (culprit: estrogen).


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