Dear X-men,

I'll admit that we tried/succeeded/failed/never were but could have been, and you sucked/rocked/blew me off/sang/danced/worked out/threw me away/got fat/ate my food/were an ass/were wasted.
At one time, we were friends/in love/not really into it/bored/confused.
Now, I pretty much remember the good/bad/ugly/shitty/ok/lukewarm times.
I wish we could erase it/go back/never have been/change one thing/change everything/run away.
I never want to talk to you again/miss you/wonder if you miss me/miss talking to you/think you're an ass, still.

Grow up/Shut up/Stop crying/Be my friend/Go away.


--Fran