too much starbucks

the fan on my ceiling is unbelievably loud. the deafening whir of its blades remind me of how much alive i am.

i am trying to resist the urge to charge out with a fury, brandishing my flamethrower to exterminate the many insects in the forest outside my window. they mock at my desperation to fall asleep. and in my waking moments i am missing someone very much.

remind me never again to drink starbucks at night.

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