Alfie had been lying on his bed since he'd written that journal entry. Having allowed some time to pass, he was beginning to realize what an idiot he had been and how he had let his emotions get the better of him. Now that the was thinking clearly, he was turning his anger toward himself. This time, however, it didn't contain that same amount of rage that left his desk in a pile of rubble on the floor of his bedroom. Instead, it was just making him shake his head, feeling totally, completely and utterly disappointed in himself.
At the sound of Laney's voice outside, he fought the urge to just stay in the same position. It was lazy and rude on his part, and he didn't want to be that person regardless of how powerful his anger was and how it managed to dominate him time and time again. He wanted to be stronger than this, physically and metaphorically. Sitting up and rubbing his eyes, Alfie said, "Come in," in the most controlled voice he could muster. It wasn't just the anger than was draining his energy now. It was all the other emotions that came along with it too.