Once

For the first time, I just went and deleted a post. It wasn't a lie, it wasn't that poorly written, it wasn't anything I have a problem with posting. It was just phrased in such a way that it appeared to be coming from a certain direction and conveying a meaning that wasn't the purpose for which it had been written.

So I deleted it. And I'm not going to re-post it. I'm still not sure why I did, but the sheer fact that I did gets to me in a way I'm not happy about. The fact that I actually deleted it, that now I'm sitting here typing something else, goes against what I want to be the case. It may very well undermine the realization I had yesterday, and I don't much appreciate things that affect me that much being disproved.

Instead, I'm leaving a short and terribly written post. I guess that's what happens when I still give a damn about something. And perhaps this isn't worth having deleted that, but I'm not changing it now. I don't plan on ever deleting a post again, much like I hadn't planned to delete that one when I wrote it. Plans change, apparently.