Here we go..

I swear I hate Sunday with all my heart. It’s like the older you get, the more you become dreadful. Sunday is pretty much Monday, and you don’t have a choice except to either prepare for it or raw dog your task and expect a horrible week. 

Luckily, I don’t have much to do except prepare for my clothes and do a deep clean shower to help me relax. I could draw on my iPad or at least watch a documentary that I saved for almost a week…or two. There are a lot of stuff on my mind such as, picking up my package in some location by Tuesday, because UPS couldn’t even leave it at my door, and hoping I can stick to my routine and not stay awake past.

Also, need to book my hotel room for my upcoming trip. You see how I keep getting distracted? At the end, it’s all on me. 

Middle of the Week

Last couple of days, I have just been silent with everything around me. You know that feeling when you blow too many balloons and now your jaw is about to pop off? That's the pain I've been feeling. In the last 24 hours, I have vented to three people about my situation...and only one listened and understood me. Throughout my life, I have been that person that would sit and listened to peoples pains about what they go through. But when it's the other way around, I am silenced or "It's not that big of a deal". I have learned that I have gave so much grace to people who do not deserve it, and that...I blame my ownself for going that deep. I will let you know how this week goes. I just hope that it ends in a good note. Maybe I'm emotional or maybe it's maybelienne. I don't know.

Welcome home

My name is Zamora and I'm happy I got the chance to make this blog. To be honest, I have spent my whole life trying to see if I feel comfortable sharing a little glimpse of me. My life consist of shit loads of trial and error, along with luck and dedication. I have a wild imagination with extra strength of maladaptive dreaming, but that also came with trauma from what I witnessed at the age of 5. Things to help or distract me from the pain are cute stationary stickers, traveling, finding unique trinkets, and shit tons of shopping. I guess in this new generation, I am what you call a "Whimsical" or "Alt", but at the end, I don't like being fit into one box and I like what I like.