I didn’t plan to delete them all. It started with one tweet that made me cringe. Then I found another. And another. At some point, I realized I was carrying around ten years of digital noise that no longer felt like me.

There were jokes that didn’t age well. Vents I should’ve kept private. Half-baked thoughts I no longer believed in. It felt like scrolling through old journals I never meant anyone to read.

I didn’t want to erase my past. I just didn’t want it to speak louder than my present.

So I used TweetEraser to clean it all up. Ten thousand tweets—gone in a few hours. What surprised me most wasn’t how fast it worked. It was how I felt afterward.

Lighter. Quieter. Like I reclaimed a part of myself.