The fan is making angry.
Its hot but the sound of the blades spinning and catching air is deafening.
My heart is sore drumming through my chest.
Im hot from heat and hot from emotional overload.
There's nothing that can be done.
Don't even ask.
I don't want to talk, think, see, or even hear.
I want to be left the **** alone.
This fan is driving me crazy, but if I turn it off I'll be hot.
Im attempting to find a pattern in my breaths.
Im waiting for my heart beat to slow and steady.
The sound of the **** fan is driving me crazy...
Im not crazy...
But if you speak, I may scream.
Please stop trying to help.
Your helpfulness is feeding my pain.
The fans so **** loud, and NO you can't help!
Your driving me crazy...
But Im not crazy, maybe just a little angry.
The fan is the least of my problems.
Sometimes the smallest of things can create a disaster. And once it has begun innocent bystanders may get caught in the cross fire.