Sharow94

Sooooooo... I've been really busy these couple of days. I've been working daytime and nighttime. And slept a lot... I'm having one of my darkest times now. I feel like everything is screwed. My life is a joke, I got no reason to even stay on this planet. Yes, I know I've been this happy person sometimes, but now... I feel so broken. I feel I'm so done with everything and everyone. My dog got sick, and she almost died, my stomac is possesed by Satan.. AGAIN, my work is litterally killing me and my sleep, a doctor called me a drug addict because I asked for stronger pain killers and sleeping pills, my ex called me a whore because I kissed a ra

People have scars in all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret road maps of their personal histories, diagrams of all of their old wounds. Most of our old wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them, don’t. Some wounds, we carry with us everywhere… and though the cut is long gone, the pain still lingers. What’s worse? New wounds, which are so horribly painful, or old wounds, which should have healed years ago, and never did? Maybe our old wounds teach us something. They remind us where we’ve been, and what we’ve overcome. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. That’s