FABIO
After that day, I stopped returning everyone else's messages or emails. Over the past few weeks, I've struggled to realize how important "me-time" is, and with Cassandra at home who loves to irritate me and seduce me, it's impossible.
I was nearly able to ignore the chaos inside my brain due to the burning in my chest.
Almost.
I stepped up the treadmill's elevation and gave it my best effort. It always worked, feet stomping, muscles blazing.
That was how I went about living. If I worked hard enough, I could succeed in anything—school, a job, a family, or even a relationship with a woman.
Shit. Women.
I shook my head in disgust and turned the volume up on my iPod in the hopes that it would keep me entertained long enough for me to get some f*****g quiet.
I ought to have realiz
