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.
söndag, juli 19
there's hope for anyone
Jag kollade på en störd film och lyssnade på billiethevisionandthedancers i princip hela natten. Snart ska jag dra iväg.
Men ja. Jag saknar Thea. Hon försvinner alltid när hon inte ska försvinna. -.-
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