So I find myself with my daily favourite-the taste of my own shoe leather in my mouth. I cannot but help to self-sabotague and self-destruct.
Yes, I have no filters on my big mouth. Yes, it is equally true that I am as aggressive as a stepped on pit viper. And, yes, it is understood that I have no idea what a boundary is let alone how to retain one… But i like him. Could even head toward falling seriously in like with him.
Except…I blew it to hell.