There was a time when I could tell how I felt about a post by how quickly I wanted to remove it. If the first numbers looked flat, I became embarrassed almost immediately. My brain would start bargaining: maybe the cover is wrong, maybe the caption is too long, maybe I posted at a bad hour, maybe I should just delete it and spare myself the discomfort. Really, ins刷赞 I was often just trying to escape the feeling of not being chosen. The habit looked tidy from the outside. Inside, it made the whole account tense.