we are all sinners

I have a potty mouth.
I'm a sinner.
All that rolls off my tongue is shit.
I'm stopping now. I hate saying things that I don't mean. FUCK THAT. I mean what I say, and I say what I mean. But it should all stay in my head.
Gossiping is for bitches, and I hate gossip. It just stirs up drama that's none of my damn business. I could care less.
I don't like talking about her. Even though she is the way she is, I shouldn't bring up her faults. It's not right, even though what I say is true, it's not necessary to say. I shouldn't say anything.
I caught myself early. I didn't want to be carried away and become something I'm not with my words.
Slap some holy water on me.
FUCK IT. What's done is done. No regrets.

Karma...