Defying Trinity

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Trinity. 40-something. Bi. She/Her. Fat & Proud. Work in progress. Black woman with opinions. Skin as thick as my thighs.

So, I was supposed to go see BTS in Baltimore today, but I ended up selling my tickets because of heat and safety reasons. ...and also amittedly, their most recent album was nowhere near as good as their older albums.

I'm looking at my WIP fanfic again and I just... I'm considering quitting writing again. I've probably never been as good as I thought I was and the silence is deafening. Nobody reads and nobody cares, so why bother?

I'm not trying to yuck anyone's yum becsuse I love Halloween too, but if you put a pumpkin near me before September 1, you are getting decked. I had to endure the longest winter I've ever experienced, LET ME ENJOY SUMMER

Threads is a uniquely miserable place. Everyone on there is unhappy or mad about something. ...maybe that's all social media these days. No one ever really seems happy anymore. ... myself included

As an adult, I'm paranoid about my friends liking me bexsuse I have a long hustoty of being thrown out of a friend group, being frozen out by peers or just being left out. I question who my friends are becshze I've been the cast off and it hurts. I must be too weird to be liked

If you want to know how my mother's day went...well, the only reason I got out of bed was bexsus dad said he needed to eat dinner. And I needed to pee. That's it. I was in bed. All day. Waiting for it and the pain to he over

today is one of those days where it feels like the universe just wants to say: "Hey, remember how you turned 40 and celebrated it aline in your house with leftovers? Or how paranoid you are that your friends hate you? Or how nobody's celebrated you in 20 yrsrs because you're a pathetic loser?"

I've been a member of the Dead Moms club for 16 years and this is the first mother's day where the grief isn't weighing me down. So to tbkse who feel the pain I do: it does get easier. It will never get better, but it does get easier to bandle.

A unfortunate side effect of a lifetime of finding out thst my friends aren't really my friends and being told I was too much or to loud or too insane is that I am extremely paranoid about my relationships.

So in already having a bad day and I just wanted a breakfast sandwich, and my door dasher stole my order. So now I'm still hungry and I don't feel like cooking and I now need to go cook because NY ORDER GOT STOLEN