Once upon a time there was Pixy and there was Blog.
Pixy used to believe it would not do to have anyone care about her.
Pixy used to believe that because everyone was so lonely, they should all act it, and not try to be something else- which was very silly behaviour.
So Pixy ignored all the other people who behaved very silly. She chose to be lonely and told everything to Blog, which was her inside-out space.
Then one day, someone cared about Pixy.
Slowly, and inevitably, Blog grew more and more neglected because Pixy timidly began to make a new space. This space was for that someone, and she carved it deep, deep inside the most vulnerable centre of her innards.
She never doubted a happy ending...because after all, sadness was always followed by happiness. Everyone knows that, right?

Now there is Blog.
Now there is a vacant space in the most vulnerable centre of Pixy.
Now there is.