WHAT MAKES ME SOFFER

When I fall down the bike, I soffer. When I cut myself with a knife, I soffer. When I burn my tongue with a hot meal, I soffer. For me that is pain.

I have to do a big effort to think what makes me soffer, because I have never tought about this.

After five minutes, I discovered that by the years I learned to turn the pain in hate. So I think that now it would be more exact if I talk about things that I hate.

First of all, I hate people when talk about things and other people that don't know.

Second, I hate people that believe they're the most anwesome, fascinating, intelligent and nice of the world.

Last but not least I hate when people laugh at a fat person. It may seem a stupid thing, but usually I really get angry.