So, you died?

Because we think you died. Most of us. You disappeared just like that, it's not right.

Others think you're hibernating.

WTF?

Where did you go? Did you really get so fed up with us?

Bastard.

You could have informed us. We're worried.
At least I am. Sometimes.

I hate internet because you could be dead and I wouldn't know. Although sometimes I think it's a blessing. I don't know if I wanted to know. Anything.
It's easier this way. That's why I'm not going to call you.
Perhaps I should.

You're nothing but a distant memory.

I don't want it that way.