Thinking first

Still thinking about how the other night, drunk on gin and nerves, I prefaced some asinine bullshit jealousy-critique of a person I truly respect with “I like her but” and how I am who I fucking hate. 

For the amount of time I spend locked away inside my head, I’m idiotic when it comes to not thinking before I speak. It’s as much a function/tic of my long-held social awkwardness as it is just not plain thinking, and it should change because that the space is there doesn’t really matter. What does is how I fill it.