It doesn’t matter how tough we are. Trauma always leaves a scar.
It follows us home, it changes our lives. Trauma messes everybody up.
But maybe that’s the point. All the pain and the fear and the crap.
Maybe going through all that is what keeps us moving forward.
It’s what pushes us. Maybe we have to get a little bit messed up.
Before we can step up.
söndag, april 13
dagen har varit plugg,plugg,plugg,plugg,plugg.
sen gick jag ut me danne och vigge. danne gav utlopp för alla känslor han hållt innom sig. vigge skrattade som ett knast. thea kom.
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