Complaining

I can complain about my house,
about the weather, my work, my health lately, my sister and brother, my father and mother, my relatives, my solvability, even about the world's situation. But I won't. I said more or less a few things about them or it but complaining, no I did not.
But in fact really I think about it a lot. Maybe I am complaining in my head and someday the tension has to get out and my head will explode like the Cracatoa vulcano in 1883. Hopefully it won't.