Locksmith

I’ve got to tamp down on my self-criticism. ASAP.

Ripping myself to shreds over every word I say in public, every inflection I fear comes across in my voice to the world, every expression that wrinkles my stupid brow in other people’s presence…

Yeah, well, that’s not healthy.

Duh.

I know the key is confidence.

Unfortunately, that key doesn’t fit my lock… or, at least, any lock I can find in my screwed up view of myself.

How sad is it that I wish for locksmiths on stars?

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

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