Supermassive Black Hole

Sometimes I think I'm full of holes.
Knowledge holes, emotional holes, memory holes (perhaps I should use gaps instead of holes, but I don't want to and I don't care, rs. Language is freedom - or not, but I have no intention to start this wonderful discussion right now, rs)...
Now, if I'm full of holes, how can I be a whole person?
In the middle of all of these holes, there is a big black hole called exhaustion. All of my holes, that are part of my whole person (dammit, this text is just getting worse and worse, rs), are being sucked into the black hole. A beautiful supermassive black hole.

Shit.