My worst enemy

I've been yelling for 30 minutes. I'm fucking angry and on the edge of crying. I ran and screamed and yelled ugly words (like "vittu-saatana-perkele" finnish swear words). I threw towels/clothes on the wall and banged my head against the wall. I was wondering when the neighbours are gonna come asking who is murdering me because I was literally screaming my lungs out. Well I didn't start crying but I've never, NEVER been this angry.

You know, I hate those fucking "Pirkka guacamole" cans which just doesn't open! The fucking lid doesn't come off by any means! I was planning to throw them both out of the window but the repairment would've been too expensive. I was so fucking close going to my neighbours asking if they could open the cans, luckily my brother came home and I yelled at him "TRY AND OPEN THOSE FUCKING GUACAMOLE CANS!" and he tried (calmly) and couldn't get them opened. I was getting angrier and angrier and he tried again - with a good result. Then I yelled at the cans once more for making me this hysterical/insane person and ate it in my tortilla thinking "muahahhaha now you're ending up in my stomach fucking asshole guacamole"

A nice little story about my evening alone trying to make tortillas/fajitas. If someone would've been here during my attack/ they would've died laughing. I'm the most insane person existing. I've never hated anyone/anything that much as those two guacamole cans. (and I'm an extremely nice person)