I just deleted a post.
A published one. It’s the second time I’ve done it – the first was one that was so horrible and triggering that I never want to read it again and the second?
This one was CRAP. I didn’t delete it because I got no likes – I’m not that person – I deleted it because I didn’t like it. Something about it REPELLED me.
I HATE editing myself on the Internet. I want to show you guys the real me, the whole me, the me that writes stupid things and can be INSUFFERABLE. So, WHY did I delete that post?
I guess I wanted to. I got angry at it, and furious at my (shitty) blogging style. I’m not angry now, just a bit frustrated.
Deleting a post doesn’t make you a fake person, or someone who panders to an audience with no original thoughts of their own.
You aren’t betraying yourself if you delete something. I don’t often do it, because I feel weird if I do, but if YOU do there’s nothing wrong with it.
You’re you and if you want to delete something, DAMN WELL DO IT unless it’s going to cause you pain.
In other news, I did my first mock today and it went surprisingly well. I have THREE tomorrow though, which is going to be hell. Have you had them, or are you going to have them soon?
From Elm 🙂