If you kept a diary as a kid or as a teenager you know how reading back can be mortifying.
The beauty of blogging is that you can go back and edit out the things that make you cringe with a delete button. I'm sure there are copies of the original somewhere in the mysterious internet where nothing is ever truly gone, but it's a hell of a lot easier than ripping out pages which is what I did with one of my adolescent diaries when I was in my late 20s.
Now when I look back at my little red paisley notebook, seeing the stubs from all the missing pages is a constant reminder of something vaguely pathetic that I can't even recall. It's like not being able to find the source of a bad smell.
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