ULOG DAY 51.2 : A BROKEN HEART IS LIKE A BROKEN GLASS

I'll always be broken I went on because when I came here no one fixed me. It’s not that they didn’t care to fix me. These crazy, wonderful people I met at the past didn’t fix me because they didn’t think I needed to be fixed. And it wasn’t because they were ‘crazy’…it was because they were the only people who knew that I could only face the world out there again as someone different. As someone who wasn’t perfect, who wasn’t normal, who didn’t have all the answers…someone who was somehow ‘fixed’ by being broken.