Being outspoken is certainly a trait which burdens me with grief.

Perhaps it isn't the outspoken part, but rather the part where I just spew too much crap 80% of the time.

Much maligned, I crawl into my shell, wishing I didn't have such a propensity for drama. But I can no longer change what has happened in the past.

Rehabilitation is a long and arduous path. Like an alcoholic in a bar, it's hard to stop when your mind cannot find a reason to.

Just have to do it one less drink at a time...