I’m sorry, but I think it’s best if we take a break. I know we’ve been together for a long time. It’s hard to believe it’s been almost six years. We had a good run: over 40k tweets and 2k followers. I wish we could have made it work.
I remember how things started. At first, I thought you weren’t worth my time. You had too much to say, and I found it exhausting. Thankfully, I gave you a second chance.
You helped introduce me to a lot of people. You helped me meet others with similar interests and passions. This helped me overcome what was once quite bad social anxiety. You gave me a voice when it was important. You amplified others, so that I could learn from them and hear their stories. You allowed me to feel connected to people on the other side of the country or the world. I am thankful for all of that. I do not regret it.
I could try to be kind and say, “it’s not you, it’s me,” but that would be a lie. It’s you. It’s definitely you.
You are unreliable. You lose things. You break things. You are not trustworthy.
You rarely listen to or act on feedback. Even when provided by a lot of your friends. Even when that feedback indicates that you are hurting people.
You do not consider the impact of your decisions on others. You are bad at communicating those decisions. I didn’t get into this expecting you to change, but, honestly, you’ve gotten worse.
You hang out with people who harass, threaten, and stalk me and my friends. When I ask you to help with the situation, you tell me to ignore them. When I try to follow your advice, you make it easy for them to still get my attention. When I provide you with evidence of what is happening, you ignore me. The company you keep is a problem.
There is more I could say, but it is probably best to keep this brief. I am sorry things didn’t work out. We can still see each other occasionally. Maybe talk about what I’m working on or chat at an event, but things cannot be like they used to.