There was one person in particular who, a few years ago (while I was still in community college, around when Pokémon Black and White were mainstream, but when I first got to know her they weren't out in the US yet), I had really connected with over Twitter while I was in another fandom. She loved so many people, and had touched so many lives, including mine, and had said some insanely sweet things to me - she was basically to me what Lilith is to me now.
...OR SO I THOUGHT she was. On my one year anniversary of being on Twitter, I got home from work to find that, to my very shock, she had blocked me. After her lying to me on AIM about it being an accident and that she'd fix it, and me anxiously waiting three days for her to do so, she said her reason for blocking me had to do with me having conversations on AIM with her that she felt were kinda personal, that she wanted to ignore, but she said it went too far. She DID say she appreciated the sweet things I had said/done for her, but i'm not really sure on that. Not only did she just leave me waiting very rudely, but she also said in one of our past conversations where I asked if I was being bothersome if I was getting personal, she said she would address that. I asked because she had put up with people asking her.
So, a few days later, while she was being pimped pretty hard for nearing 10,000 followers, I couldn't take it anymore and tried to turn to one of her friends for help. While I didn't see what went on, I woke up the next morning to find that nothing had been resolved, I was still blocked, then her internet BFF arrogantly told me to stay away from her, and called me weird, claiming she didn't want to know anything more about me. I'm like, what did I do to deserve this?! Why does she hate me so much over something that wasn't even my fault?! Did I do something else in addition to this?! I was literally at rock bottom, feeling so depressed and deactivated my Twitter, feeling lonesome. It didn't help at all that my papa had died a tad over a week later (although we knew that was coming). I did come back to Twitter shortly after that, and I still wasn't getting much useful advice, it still hurt really bad.
So one Friday night at the end of October, I did the exact same thing that got me into this situation in the first place - turned to another of her irl long-time friends for help. And she claimed that her (the person we're talking about here) reason for blocking me really and truly was 100% needing her personal space and that she would refollow me when she was ready. She shortly after that e-mailed me explaining some things, but at least she was able to apologize for lying and leaving me hanging. She said that what her friend said is true, and she didn't do what she did with any malice, that she didn't hate me for anything I ever did, but she really did establish she doesn't like to sound mean which is why she didn't want to confront me about it.
After seeing that, part of me wanted to snap my computer in half. "...That's it?!" That was my reaction. The reason I face palmed so hard after that was because she left me to THINK she hated me, thought I was weird, and never wanted to talk to me again, which none of was theoretically true. But to be honest, we never really did make up. :/ I did wish her happy Halloween, and Merry Christmas before the year was out, and she had done the same.
Now, admittedly you can argue that i'm to blame for not leaving her alone and accepting being blocked, but that's easier said than done when it's so sudden with zero warning, and you're just left completely in the dark and LED TO BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE HATED. When all's said and done, I don't want to look back on my friendship with her with negativity, and I don't want to call her a terrible person solely based on what she did, but I can't say we ended peacefully, either. We didn't have any actual closure or such. I made other friends on Twitter, and I did move on. I basically stopped using that Twitter account a long time ago, but even today, thinking about what she did still pisses me off.