Here's the thing about blogs. You always wake up the next day wondering what in the world possessed you to write something that sounds so pathetically emo the night before. You don't recognize yourself in the words you wrote less than 24 hours ago. And you can delete them.
Today, I'm not going to delete last night's blog. It makes me look silly and dramatic and downright ridiculous, but that is how I felt at the time. It's a part of me.