last night i deleted my personal instagram. i had
been thinking about doing this for a couple of years, but i somehow convinced
myself i needed to hold on to all the memories compiled from all the people i
used to know on there. it was about 2 or 3 in the morning when i made the decision. i’m
doing this new thing where i’m practicing letting go. i’ve never done this
before, but i’m getting used to it, which means i was unfamiliar with it in the first place, which
would mean i’m outside of my comfort zone, which would then finally infer that
i’m growing?
i hope so.
-ratha, 7:53pm, 3.20.17