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.
torsdag, maj 14
Alone.
Får fortfarande inte i mig mycket. Jag saknar pappa. Pluggandet går skit. Har nationellt prov i spanska imorgon IGEN, vilket jag fick veta idag. Jag har träningsverk. Jag känner mig inburad. Jag vill duscha.
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