Every time I take a hiatus and look back on the stuff I churned out before, I'm filled with contempt for what I have produced. Reading back entries makes me cringe and want to delete all of it in a fit of impotent rage.
So I stop.
And after a while my fingers start itching and I can't resist the siren call again. But I'm making a conscious effort not to delete old entries this time, just my spam-infested cbox.
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