Whatever I do/create I destroy it. Right now this is happening with my playlists. And it’s absurd, because no one listens to them anyway but I keep having days when I feel like I should delete all of them. Then it’s my private notebook. Then it’s what I write, what I paint, movies I kept track of on an app, and the list goes on.
To be totally honest it’s as if I’m afraid I might be insane for keeping these things. Some contain personal things (playlists, notebook) so alright I might want to keep them private, but the real issue is that I do that when I think “oh what will they think?”. I don’t know what to do, it might sound very stupid but this has really been bothering me since forever.
I don’t know that I can help, but I used to have a blue notebook that I wrote poetry in when I was an angst teen. It probably only had a half dozen that I was really proud of, but I wish I had them still. My mom found it once and then relost it, so maybe some day when my folks are gone I’ll find it again.