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, november 7
are u true?
spanskan var seg och irriterande. italienskan sög för david var lika butter som jag. matten sög ännu mer för vi hade oförberett prov och jag failade förmodligen stort. hemvägen sög för det blåste.
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