I dohave a story. I wentskiing, neverskiedbefore. I slipup, myskigoes, and I startflipping, flip-flip-flipping. I hear a crackonmyneck. Oh, God, I thought I wasdead.
Like, I'm cryingnow, andit's beentwoyears. And I'm like, "Am I evergonnabeokay?"
I tendtonotgotomanyofthefunerals.
Why?
I don't reallyknow. I don't gototheweddingseither, though.
What's themostpainfulthingyou'veeverexperienced?
Probablybeingrejectedmywholelife. Thatwasalwayshardforme, alwaystryingtofitinandbelike, partofthiscrowdthat I wasn't a partof.
I wouldcomehomeandhideinmyroom, and, like, notwannatellmymomthat I wasgettingbulliedbecausethen I feellike a loser, and I wasscared. So I wouldbottleeverythingup. I wouldn't reallytalktomyfriendsoranyone.
Whatdoesn't killyoumakesyoustronger, and I'm strongerthan I haveeverbeennow.