Forgive me as I learn to soften the blow of my words. I have a gift for slipping daggers into conversations, making you bleed before you realize it with my sharp wit and cutting edges.
I want nothing more than to retire this arsenal because I know picking fights is no way to win hearts.
I've always had a quick wit and dry sense of humor. I've also had a hard time knowing where to draw the line. I'm glad to have friends willing to tell me when I've hurt them; here's to learning how to avoid further injury as I mature.