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, november 15
yawp
idag har jag varit med maria. vi satt mest och samtalade. sen gick jag hem och så kom clas hit. pratprat då med. sen nu ska jag snart dra och joina marres gåsmiddag. nejz.
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