It is what it is.

When it comes to people bringing up about what happened to me a few years back when I was in a coma for months, it doesn’t bother me. What happened is done and over with, nothing can be changed about it. I don’t talk about it unless someone asks about it, or been wondering how it made me now since then. I’m very low about my self appearance, for I do have scars and marks on my body, but what you see is something that will make you question about me. What happened before shouldn’t be bothered by my friends or family, and my girlfriend. Yes, they worry, but I’m completely fine. I’m still here, livin’ day by day as if nothing never happened. I work, I go to school, I teach at dance sessions, I support my family that took me in as they’re own when I didn’t have no where else to go, I have a girlfriend that appreciates me, loves me, and accepts me the way I am - despite what I’ve been through through the years. All that matters now is that I’m still here, and I thank God for not giving up on me and gave me a chance that I thought I would never deserve. To live my own life and making each day count for something greater then yesterday.