Short, Simple, and To The Point

    I’ve come to accept the fact that I always put my foot in my mouth.
    Tonight I thought, bleakly, that I should’ve never opened my big mouth in the first place. Upon further pondering, I decided that it would’ve done no good to keep it all inside, considering I’ve never done such a thing. I have always revealed exactly how I felt, no matter what, correct? My feelings tend to leap out of my mouth very easily, and that could be either a gift or a curse, I don’t know… but it’s who I am. I could sit here and regret diving in head first, but that’s what I wanted to do at the time, so it’s worth all the consequences now. And I accept that. I am the type of person who is straightforward, and doesn’t apologize for it.
     I don’t apologize anymore.
     I did what I did willingly, so do with it what you will. Either way, you know I’m strong enough to deal with your honesty, even if it hits me with the impact of a bullet at first. Your thoughts are yours to form and manipulate, and though I’m strongly compelled to pry them out of you with a crowbar, I will wait. It hurts, a lot, but I will wait for you to come to me and explain to me, in your gentle way, what’s on your mind.

Yours truly,
Amanda

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My curiosity is official piqued; what happened, and why does your mouth taste of foot?