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.
onsdag, september 2
while you were sleeping.
Idag har jag tittat på 17 again och ätit glass hela dagen i princip. Nu lyssnar jag på musik och saknar min gittarr.. funderar på att hämta den senare. Hmh.
Nu ska jag kolla upp två random nr som ringt mig en massa. haj.
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