How is it already July? How it already a month until my birthday? My birthday is on the 8th of August and already, I’m dreading and anticipating it with excitement and happiness. Weird, how these emotions keep plaguing me and I know that no one outside my family will remember or care about my birthday and I don’t plan on working on my birthday at all. I’m planning on getting my hair done again that day, going to Anime Pop, and maybe go Goodwill Thrifting at the Outlet with my aunt and husband. And the 2nd, is the My Chemical Romance concert in my city and I plan on busting my butt at work before I see that concert; either way, they are playing my favorite album of theirs- Welcome to the Black Parade ; One I have on repeat constantly in the car. Their best album to date, honestly. You cannot convince me otherwise.
I cannot wait to be 36 this year but it begs the question of, I didn’t expect to be alive this long honestly and it sucks that I feel this way due to my trauma. I should be going back to therapy again but I haven’t because of scheduling conflicts and whatnot but it has done me a lot of good; though hearing bad things about myself through the grapevine, makes me want to tear down the boundary between my former mother—but I won’t because she thrives on drama and I refuse to give her the satisfaction either way. I hate being the bigger person, but it’s for a good reason and a damned good reason at that. My mother still hasn’t grown up even at age 50 and up. I have nothing to say to her anymore.