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, januari 9
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Ehm. Idag åker alla tillbaks till Madrid. Även alla nya åker. Imorgon börjar dom skolan. Ikväll hamnar någon hos Conchi. Imorgon ska jag tillbaks till polhemskolan. Livet är fan inte rättvist. Palla.
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