Akrasia (pt 4)

The radio slowly made its presence heard, burrowing into my ear until it reached my ear drum, slashing at it violently. I had to turn it off. Now it was too quiet. The silence was as annoying as the noise so I flicked on the television. I had a pretty good idea that there would be nothing interesting on any of the thousand channels of shit so I settled for the noise as company rather than distraction and entertainment.

I stood in the middle of my living room, completely relieved that Laura had just swore that we were finished for good this time. I waited for the sense of release, a 9-month strain having just fallen of my shoulders and walked out my door.

Here I was, free where I wanted to be. Single and answerable to no one. Psycho free. Then I begun to think of Laura. I wondered if she would still be upset or if she was really upset in the first place. I wondered if I should call her and make sure she was ok. I wondered if I needed my head read.
“Psychos. All, lesbians are bloody psychos.”