A.C.J. Just C.

There's so much I want to say to you. Oh so very much.
I want to tell you how awful you are, and I want to tell you how truly terrible you made me feel.
I want to tell you that you're selfish, unkind, heartless, and that you probably didn't deserve my time.
I want to tell you that you're rotten and cold, that you're stuck up and worthless.
I want to tell you a thousand horrible things.
But none of them would be very true.
To be perfectly honest, I still miss you.