I Think That I Always Loved Being

I'm Realising Now That I Can't Just Blurt Things Out.

My Mother Is A Realist, And She's Had Biological And Adoptive Children, And She Said It's No Different: No Matter What, They're Putting A Stranger Into Your Arms. You Don't Know Them Yet.

I Spent So Many Years Just Saying What I Felt Without Thinking About The Ramifications, Without Understanding That I Have This Opinion But Not Everyone Might Share That Opinion And Now They Don't Like Me Because Of It.

The Mouthier I Got, The More I'd Be Celebrated.

It's Easy To Be Taken Advantage Of If You're Not Honest.