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Just now as I was reading my previous blog posts, I thought of deleting the stupid drafts. I have read and reread it --- then I see myself belittling my works. I say, what the fuck, I did those at the height of my emotions so what the fuck they were so lame, so useless, so like a shit.

                But then I remembered myself deleting my previous blog (by this, I mean the whole blog) and afterwards, regretting it. I also remembered deleting random things I created and regretting it hitherto.

So maybe, it’s always not a good idea to erase memoirs you don’t want in your life just because you felt like doing so. Either way, it will always leave a mark on who you are.