I thought I would have things "figure out" by now. Not all of them, but enough to live life without the constant feeling of "I don't know what I'm doing or I'm doing it all wrong". But, no. People seem to find themselves in a point of their lifes. I'm just as lost, if not even more, as the girl who wrote the first post on this blog years and fucking so many years ago. She had hope.
I've live through trauma, I survive the most feared kind of pain... and if it changed me, it was for the worse. That make me really sad to realize it as I'm typing it.
What's so damn wrong with me?
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