When something is grained into your veins so hard that it's contaminated your blood and become a disease you realize there is little chance of a cure. It's human nature to fight it of however I find it gut instinct to chase it and under mind it, seeking strength in finding answers and ultimatums that don't always exist and it's very irritating to follow the thought's of something when there is no end. But not as irritating as finding that end. The only person it irritates is me and everyone/thing is blissfully aware to the hurricane inside my head.