June 4, 2018
My perfectionism is getting in the way again. I had a confession on Saturday, but I can never get the words out the way I want them to. When I have the floor, so to speak, I get all excited that someone is finally listening to me and I don't have to scream over eight million other people that I can't put the words together right, so I end up not really saying what I want to anyway. Which is annoying, but it has been that way my whole life. Writing is really the only way to say what I want.