A curse, but sometimes I think a blessing.

A curse, but sometimes I think a blessing. I've been stuttering all my life, and hated every bit of it. And get so angry sometimes if I can't get a specific word out that I needed for a sentence, that I wish I would drop down dead. But sometimes I realize, that if my stutter wasn't there, my mouth would've brought me into a world of trouble. When I get angry I sometimes don't have a filter and would have spoken my mind fluently if I could, which also might have had me end up in prison.