Hmm, so true story... happened to me, sorry if it's a little angsty. That usually isn't my style of writing so if you want something more light and fluffy and romantic-y (?) I write mostly those. Hope ya'll like it. Peace and love from my heart-Brie

Disclaimer: I do not own AIM (AOL Instant Messenger)

“Hurts More in Print”

It was more the shock then anything else that hurt me the most. Five minutes worth of talking to you and I was swimming in a sea of tissues that never made it to the trash can. I guess, yet again, my mom was right. Everything hurts more when it’s in print. Everything hurts ten times more when it’s in print.

What ever happened to that mutual agreement that we had about our breakup? I remembered. Didn’t you? You told me you wanted us to still talk, to still be friends. I know that none of my friends have ever treated me this way. None of my friends have ripped me up in little shreds, without regarding anything I must be feeling.

What really hurt me the most is that you thought I didn’t care. You thought I was strong enough to stand up for myself and to not let it hurt me. I guess you got half of me right. Sure I stood up for myself, and I must say, my comebacks were pretty tight. But everything you typed to me over AIM when strait through your fingertips to my heart.

You really thought that I wouldn’t be hurt? Even after you told me that I was just a starter friend? That I was just a little girl whom people were afraid would ruin their rep? Cause no one takes that to heart at all, right Danny? Right?

After we broke up I knew you were a liar. I accepted that fact. I didn’t know you were shallow also. To bring up the fact of my picture perfect family. The one thing I want, and the only thing I can’t have. Trying to play the “Whose Life is Worse” game with me isn’t gonna work. You might not lose, but you definitely won’t win.

Then you insulted my faith, your own faith! You said you were kidding. You say this, you say that. Insulting my god, Jesus Christ, that went above and beyond the line where you stop. He only hung out with the prostitutes cause they were hot? You disgusted me on a whole new level.

I told you I was crying. Did you not believe me? I told you you had won. Did you not believe me? Obviously not. You kept tearing me down. You tore down your own best friend. My boyfriend, your best friend. I’ve told you over and over again that I didn’t get together with him to get back at you. As hard as this must be for you to believe, I liked him for more than outside appearances. And he liked me back.

Each week we stay together, the more you push him to dump me. Bro’s before hoe’s right, Danny? You have a twisted mind. You can’t even see how loyal he really is to you. Calling him a loser? Telling me how much he’s changed from the cool guy you were friends with? Calling me a slutty whore? That’s no way to gain his trust back. And you brought all his doubt on you on yourself. You claim it was me, Danny, and I didn’t do anything to get in between you. If I was coming in between you two I would have excused myself from the situation much earlier.

You insulted everything in my life. My appearance, my personality, my boyfriend, my friends, my school, even my faith. What you don’t know is that you insulted yourself, more than anyone else. You should me how ugly you can really be.

The last thing you said to me though. The last final thing, sent the final tear down my cheek.

“i rly hurt u didn’t i”

No really. Congratulations.

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Love, Brie