Hiram,

While I don't regret telling you this blog existed, showing you it was a mistake. I started it as a venting space, where I could shout into the void. The moment you knew the URL it ceased to be that, instead becoming the same as your private Twitter or Instagram. The reason I disliked those was because they weren't venting spaces as you like to think of them, but instead a place where you can voice your anguish to friends without talking to them. That's a cop-out. They follow those accounts because they want to know how you're doing. Use them. Talk to them.

If you're reading this, know that I'm not angry at you. If I thought I could come back into your life as your friend I would, but I don't think that's possible. My presence would continue to cause pain for you, on top of that which I can see from the few tweets of yours I've read.

I hope you realise how lucky you are to have the friends you do. I was surprised when I noticed just how many of them had unfriended me, and I'm glad they did. That kind of solidarity shows just how much they care about your well-being. Petty shit happens with the closest of friends, but don't let it cloud your opinion of them.

I hope you're well.