I was told yesterday that I’m “too deep.”
Hm. Maybe so. I mean, pardon me for seeing the trends in actions and fashion. I see it, and I say it. #SmartPrettyGirlShrug Since I was a child, I’ve been taught that intellectual conversation rules the nation, and if that’s the case, then on my worse day, I have at least a few states by the ear. Don’t be mad that I have the gift of gab.
I was told yesterday that I’m “too deep.”
Hell, rather “too deep” than “too shallow”. Ask anyone who has had a conversation with me, and they will tell you the same thing: “She always gives me something to think about.” Sorry that I think there is more to life than fashion, fucking and my material possessions. My soul is up for grabs. My mind is ripe for the picking. I have to keep my game tight, or else I’ll get lost. Besides, I like the fact that I have a broad knowledge of a little bit of everything. I’m never bored with me.
I was told yesterday that I’m “too deep.”
I think I have the right to be. This $48,000 I owe Sallie Mae says that I have the right. Those TWO degrees in my house say I have the right. The numerous papers that have been up for scholastic review say I have the right. And if we just want to take it there, the constitution says I have the right.
I was told yesterday that I’m “too deep.
Nah, G. You are just too stupid.