The Unfollow.

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We are a puny and fickle folk. Avarice, hesitation, and following are our diseases.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

I didn’t see it coming. We had been so happy together. Or so I thought.

We have been through thick and thin, good Tweets and bad. I thought we had an understanding. But now…I see…I was wrong.

Maybe you’ve been tweeting around and you found Tweets you like better than mine, or maybe you just wanted me for my follow.
Maybe you added me a friendapalooza?

When we meet you liked my Tweets and I liked yours. It was Twitter-tastic!!

But things have changed…

Maybe my Twabstinence made you realize you did not need me.

Maybe the moments I doubted myself, my voice came through.

Or maybe…I just…did not fulfill all your Twitter dreams.

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Then.

I realize.

If you don’t like my Tweets. It is OK. It will be OK.

I have to be me here.
I thought maybe I could be everything, to everyone…

but…

to be honest…

I need to be me more than I need your follow.