ive had almost every label. sure, ive been called a whore/slut/funn (extra n is necessary, if youre pickin up what im puttin down) and then one day was all it took. actually, not even a whole day. like 5-10 minutes. and now, i get like half a dozen people (daily) at least that tell me what a miracle i am. but thats only taking me at face-value, like the iceberg effect. what you see is only less than 10% of me. sure, im a miracle and all, but im so much more. im sure those of you who think that im so blessed and whatnot, dont even know half of the shit i had to go through to make it look this easy. like prior to getting in my accident, i was taking care of my siblings full-time (hence the never going to school), at the beginning of 2011 my parents sat all of us down and told us they were getting divorced (which tore me apart), and then mere months before my accident, a best friend of mine hung himself. on top of all of that, the kids funeral i was on my way too died of an overdose. and dont even get me started on all the pain post-accident. may i remind you that i had to relearn to walk on a shattered pelvis and broken tib/fib. to top it all off, they had to put plates and rods of metal to piece me back together. it was kinda like humpty dumpty. except for i didnt have the luxury of having all the kings horses&all the kings men put me back together again. no, it was all me. what 16 year old girl would want to go through that? obviously, i must have, or else i never would have chosen it. unless, you dont think i did choose it... may i remind you that my middle name is faith? kirsten faith king. so i believe 110% that i did. maybe i chose this life of mine because i wanted to prove to everyone that i could take it. what doesnt kill you makes you stronger. come at me bro.
