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Impulsive


I’m impulsive.  

I do things without the slightest thought of the effects.

I’m rash, reckless

And I don’t really even notice.

Some of my friends may say that I am impetuous, ill advised or injudicious

But love me regardless.

But why i am sitting in this room and being asked by this lady who keeps asking if i'm okay.

telling me this

If being impulsive is such a bad thing why do I feel so much excitement in life when I'm being am who I am.

I’m impulsive.

And I’m proud to be who I am.

 
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