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.
tisdag, september 15
he doesn't know why.
Vintern kommer snart. Jag måste bara ha tålamod. Snart ska jag gå och köpa mysiga kläder på second hand. När jag har pengar.. nästa helg. Då ska jag mysa i mina kläder med min kisse.
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