“My Own Worst Enemy” – Lit
“Criminal” – Fiona Apple
There was no point of reference for how long he"d been asleep, but apparently it was after four because his mom and sister had woken him up in slamming the door. If he looked half as bad as he felt, his mom was going to recognize his coping mechanism of choice for dealing with his breakup. He slipped into the shower before either of them could corner him. Letting the water rush over his ears, he wished it would drown out the voice in his head telling him what a monumental prick he was.
After taking care of his red eyes and emerging from the bathroom feeling marginally better, he knew he was going to have to face her. Dressing in jeans and a black Vans t-shirt, he crept downstairs.
“You can take the longest shower known to man, but I"m
