I really don't miss you.
Or the drama.
Or the bullshit.
Or the unneccessary stress.
Or the "forced" acceptance.
Or the walking on eggshells.
Or the gossiping.
Or the same old, same old.
I think the best advice I could give you is to stop living in a dream world and go to Wal-Mart and buy a personality. You're fake and sad and pathetic.
