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.
lördag, september 6
save my soul.
Hej. Somnade sent inatt. Vaknade ca halv 9-9 .. Gick ut . Vandrade. Hamnade på nova. Hämtade lite grejs. Gick lite till. Kom hem. Satte mig här. Kollar på 2 ½ men.
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HEJ KAJSA. DU VERKAR INTE GLAD! ring mig bebis jag tykker om dig
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