Last words are left for me again but they’er not my want or need.

who do I give what to may end up killing me.

I try not to pay attention but I know I do and I give a lot away but sometimes like the opposite, when it was the Sad, I just get too full of the Happy and don’t know how to get rid of it,

so shit boils over.

I’m running out of tupperware jars to not expect a red release soon, unless I can find a valve.