Recollection and reflexions of events in the life of Ushito. . . an outlet to unwind. . . my grammatically-incorrect bitching blog of rants.
Monday, December 26, 2022
Here Sitting at the bar.
Wednesday, December 21, 2022
A Very Different Christmas
When that day comes I feel now that I won’t fear death as much as I did when I had massive anxiety and depression.
The one little soul I have to thank this year most of all is this little creature. Canela. She is so instinctual in my emotional “needless” that is almost telepathic. Since the first day that my child was gone from my arms , she was there. Doing whatever she could (bringing her toys to the bed) so that I wouldn’t feel alone and with a void in my heart, to even now sitting besides me as I type this entry.
I should reciprocate this kindness and take her out to walk. I’m not the owner, she is my daughter now and she takes care of me in the best way she can. My child, my Capi left me in good hands.
First time I have a Santa in the house . . . is super creepy. ( I could see this this suddenly running and trying to bite me *shudders*)
Monday, December 19, 2022
This is the Christmas season but more than ever I just don’t feel the alert of the holidays like I used to. I’m extra broke and tired af.
This little gnome garden thing should feel magical but it just pisses me off. The corny colors are so un-Christmasy more like a Bengali house decor. It looks dingy and ghetto.
The one thing I could count to make me feel good is coffee. Specially in small containers. It brings some comfort and warmth that is hard to find nowadays.