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.
fredag, augusti 29
between order and randomness.
för vi älskar fredagar! började kvart över 8, och slutade 20 i 12 <3 lagade lite mat när jag kom hem, och kollade på oth. funderar på att klippa mig lite snart. håret e fakdup. så jo, ska nog göra det.
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