Usually the next generation is better than the one that came before it, no matter what your grandparents tell you. This generation seemed to be an exception. One step forward, two steps back. Welcome to the apocalypse, only you can stop it.

Whoa. I mean, Jamie's writing had always been great, but it has never been this good. It was amazingly deep. He truly spent time on this and thought bout it rather than just writing. It obviously took a lot of time. Surely it took more three full days, at least.

But why did he give it to me? He always joked I was his best critic, but still. We had only just broken up. How could he just come back and give me this without considering how I would react? Without thinking, I just went over to my computer and went online to send him a nasty e-mail.

Subject: Your Book

Hey Jamie, it's me. I just finished reading your new book (what's the title?) and I thought it was amazing. How long have you been working on this? I thought it must have taken three full days, if not more. Is there anymore? I would love to read it.

What else could I say? I had no idea. How could I hide my anger and sadness with this sickly sweet e-mail? I couldn't tell him how much I hurt in the same e-mail that tells him how great his new novel is. Still, it was like he just threw aside my feeling, or he just forgot them.

You were once something from a dream.

I never thought this was what love could mean.

Somehow, you just don't seem to see

That all this empty space is killing me

I just don't understand, Jamie, why you gave it to me. Is it because, 'I'm your best critic'? Well, when you dump your 'best critic' you kind of lose them, too. So if that's why you gave it to me, just to tell you how good it was, then forget it. I don't want anymore of it. I'd rather wait like everyone else and see your face all of NYC on billboards claiming you're the best again. I've gotten used to that. But what you did? I should never have to get used to that because YOU WILL NEVER DO THAT TO ME AGAIN.

Never mind that I still love you madly.

Never mind that you just broke me heart.

So unkind were you to ever love me.

But never mind I'll be just fine.

Lying here, feeling I could die.

Wanting nothing else but to why?

All I see is memories of us

Silly me, to think that you could never get enough.

So never mind that I still love you madly.

Never mind that you just broke me heart.

So unkind were you to ever love me.

But never mind I'll be just fine

Without you holding me close all night

You promised I'd be all right.

But never mind that I still love you madly.

Never mind that you just broke me heart.

So unkind were you to up and leave me.

But never mind I'll be just fine.

I'll be fine, never mind

You said, you'd always be mine

But never mind.

I read over what I had written. I was shocked and all the feeling I had just poured onto my screen. I read it over and realizing that was the girl I had become. I moved my cursor over to the DELETE button. I heard a loud crash coming from next door that scared me. My hand moved and I clicked on the SEND button. When I turned back to my screen, I saw 'Your message has been sent.' "What?" I said. "Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no! Come back! Don't send! Delete! Delete, delete, delete!" Now Jamie was going to see what I wrote. He'll see it and, oh dear, why does my life suck so much? I looked at my clock. It was 10:40 already! I needed to get ready for my open-call! I rushed into my shower hoping the water would rinse away my feelings towards Jamie as well as my sweat. If only it were that easy.

(Thanks for your reviews! Sorry it took a while, but it was hell week for my show, so I had no time to write. The song in italics is "Nevermind" by Meredith Patterson on her first CD called, "Nobody's Perfect." What will Jamie think of Cathy's accidental hate mail? Please Review!)