I hate myself ... why do I have to open my mouth???
My mom says that I’m like my father ... a very soft/gentle person ... that is until something is bothering us ... and then we are pressure cookers ... and the issue is the fire ... and we are ticking time bomb.
I’m tire ... very tire ... still very burnt out ... and no where to relieve the pressure ... no more ... please no more fire ... I cannot take it anymore!!!
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The more I talk ... the deeper the hole I dig ... please tell me when I hit 6 feet.
Maybe I can finally rest when I can lie down in my own hole.
This is sad day for my fellowship ... may YPF rest in peace ...
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