I can almost guarantee that if you are reading this article you have, at some point in time, used the app "Timehop." You are all too familiar with that stupid, little dinosaur in its boxers telling you how much he wished his day was like yours.

Yuck.

You see, I used to check Timehop religiously. I would be sure to check it first thing in the morning, and would be so upset if a day had come and gone and I realized I had never seen what I had done on this day in prior years. I even went so far as to upload my Twitter archive --which, by the way, is about 33,000 tweets full of bullsh*t that I've put out in the last six years.

Double yuck.

But now, I hate Timehop. I deleted the app over a year ago and never looked back -- and I encourage you to do the same.

While the original draw of seeing what my life used to be like was cute, it got old really fast. Usually my Timehop days started out with "6 years ago," followed by tweets and Facebook pictures from eighth grade -- and I'll admit that, despite the overwhelming amount of cringing I did, that part was actually pretty funny. But once I hit the "3 years ago" range (my sophomore and junior years of high school), I had to throw the towel in.

I, like many other teenagers, went through a very dark patch in high school, and the constant reminders of Timehop started to invite that darkness back into my college life. I was obsessing over my depression, obsessing over the negative tweets that I tweeted during my depression, and, in turn, began to feel depressed again.

Once I hit the "1 year ago" mark, my Timehop day transitioned into happy tweets and Facebook pictures of me and my boyfriend--which may seem like a great thing to be reminded of, except that I had just left for college, we were now in a long distance relationship, and he was still at home. And here this stupid Dinosaur is showing me pictures of our first days of our relationship and how happy we are when we're physically together. Thanks, Dinosaur, I already know that. But we're not physically together right now, and I don't need to be reminded.

While Timehop had the potential to be a cute, harmless, reminiscent, app, it has been nothing but a toxic source of negativity in my life, and I never want to see that stupid Dinosaur again.