I stood there like a lemon for a few minutes, wanting so badly just to crawl back into bed and sleep away the day. I was so bloody sure it was Sunday, great now I couldn’t even keep track of the days and I was turning into a *****. Those must be the first signs if insanity, I made a mental note to pop into the chemist and see if there was anything I could take for those symptoms.

I sat down on the bed, exhaling loudly with a combined growl. I was not a happy bunny, it felt as though everything was trying its damned hardest to make my life as difficult as possible. The other night Ms. Im a ***** and Always Get Exactly What I Want, was being her usual confusing self. Telling me what I should be thinking, then completely contradicting herself by saying that she finds it hard to convince herself that Im not feeling the same as her. Not that she knows me at all! Then she tries to kiss me again, but instead plays around with my head a bit more by not kissing me and telling me shes not going to make me do something I don’t want to do. If only she knew, the mere fact that she was near to me was making me do something I didn’t want to do; be near her! This whole situation was getting me increasingly angry, I could feel the rage in my belly building up like a storm. She had no right to put me in the positions which she had, the very fact that I was questioning my sexuality after twenty-two years of being comfortably straight said something. I was finding myself thinking about it way too much, she was consuming my thoughts, i couldnt get away from her!

Trix, have you called work yet?! Lizzie called from the living room.

I gritted my teeth to stop myself from shouting back something which was a bit too offensive. I knew deep down Lizzie was just looking after me, it was just hard to think about that at stupid O clock in the morning. I could even feel the beginnings of a head ache start to thump against my temples, brilliant the day really couldn’t get any better!