Me and Myself.

I think at some point, everybody develops a split personality.
One is who they trust to come out and see people, one who they trust to remind them of who they really are. Mine have been fighting much more often lately, each is exhausted.

Ms. Cristina Yang

Cristina : *sobs* hi, Yang.
Yang : what's with the face? You're not gonna whine to me, are you?
Cristina : Yang, I have a heart.
Yang : Well, I do too, it's the size of my fist, located in my left chest and it's beating.
Cristina : I don't know where my heart's located. Because when it's hurt, it aches everywhere.
Yang : believe me, it's the size of your fist, located in your left chest and hopefully it is beating otherwise I'd be talking to a zombie.
Cristina : why are you so insensitive?
Yang : why are you such a whiny little baby?
Cristina : in case you didn't know, I'm giving you ability to feel.
Yang : well in case you didn't know, I've been trying to be strong for both of us!
Cristina : a job which lately you haven't been so good at!


Cristina : oh, Yang. What are we getting ourselves into?
Yang : ... Life.