My name is Krys, but it hasn't always been Krys. I was Christie, and Krysten, three different first names. I also had three different last names. I was born in an unlucky month, on an unlucky day, at an unlucky time. Everything in my life has been unlucky. I believe my unluckiness is summed up by any number divisible by three and the number thirteen. A lot of things in my life are thirteen. The letters in my name add up to thirteen. The day of my birth was on the 13th and I was born at 7:15, which also adds up to thirteen. My mother adopted me when I was six and she was twenty-four, she abused me for the next thirteen years of my life. Every freckle on my body creates a triangle. When I turned thirteen, my life went to shit. I think I might die when I am twenty-seven. Two plus seven is nine, nine is three squared. The date of that day will be 03/13/2013; when you add up those numbers it equals thirteen. When I was sixteen, I thought I had found the love of my life. (Ends up he really was more like someone I wanted to be.) He was twenty-one. Two plus one is three. I was pregnant with his kid, I lost it, and he left me. I have only had three serious relationships in my life, I gave up on love after the third one. I have three scars on my body, I don't know where they came from, they have always been there....1
Think of all the unlucky things in the world. The Bermuda Triangle, the number thirteen, six-six-six.... I could go on...2
All the color codes for the text of this, after I selected with out trying, their numbers add up to 3,6, and 13.
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You're rather unique, I love that.
Have you ever seen The Number 23 with Jim Carrey? It's pretty much the same deal, but with the number 23. And though it's a horror, I thought it was rather funny in parts. Could just me.
My name adds up to 18, but in each of my name, 6 letters. 6 6 6. I was never baptised and constantly told by my father that I was going to hell because of the fact. Grew up, friends never knew about that stuff and they all tell me they're convinced I'll burst into flames upon contact with anything holy. So much so that a few of my mates go out of their way to keep me from such holy things. I just find it funny.
Sorry about your adoptive mum. Adoptive parents aren't always better than biological ones, even if you don't live with real parents because they abused you. Adoptive parents are meant to look after you, they've chosen you and it just seems more fucked up when they abuse you.
Anyway. This is definitely intriguing. Oh and myself and my old best friend have 3 freckles on the same place on our left arms, they make a triangle. Trippy shit.
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