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.
onsdag, juli 16
Kanske.
Jag fattar inte. Jag har hur mycket kläder som helst, men ändå hittar jag inget att ta på mig .. ?! Jag går naken till festen hos Matte ikväll -.-
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