The Abused Muse

John. 23. Vancouver, Canada.
And these are my posts of stuff TOO COOL for the Internet.

It’s highly doubtful you’ll ever read this, but: I don’t know what happened, and I would like to know how I may have done you wrong, KLB. We were good, amicable friends. Then out of nowhere you just cease all communication with me. Facebook, phone, Skype, etc. 

I get it. You petered me out slowly, inch by inch, but I would like to know why. I don’t believe I offended you in any way. In fact, the last time we talked, I helped you out with a problem, and then BOOM. Silence. It hurt me, KLB. Is it too much to ask for even a Farewell? Apparently so. 

But like I said, it’s unlikely you’ll read this, as you aren’t following me anymore. And now vice versa. You’re gone from all of my communications too. 

And if there are third parties reading this, I don’t want to hear any sort of “You’re no better than her” bullshit, as her actions were (as far as I know) unprovoked. 

So long, KLB. We had a great, albeit short run together. Have fun in England. 

It’s gonna be a long time before I let someone in again.