I'm tired of people trying to tell me who they think I am. because they're wrong.
as you read that last statement as "I don't like people telling me about myself."
no. carry on with that as you please. just get it right. I already know I'm a paradox. that mean yet extremely sensitive shit throws people for a loopty loop.
don't tell me i'm some manhater who secretly wants a boyfriend, because I'll tell you you're wrong. tall brown men make my mouth water. but I only want him if he's going to be a boy that's my friend. emphasis on the friend part. and if there are benefits that include an exclusive spades partnership, I'm open to the idea. this is what a little birdie has told you. as there will be no flier to advertise.
your opinion of natural haired girls means nothing to me. good luck tryna pull your bitch's hair when it's falling out by the clumps thanks to 30-degree sodium hydroxide burns to the scalp. these curls got nigs mesmerized. you're just a late convert.
I also don't really want to talk to you about my hopes and dreams. that doesn't mean I don't have passions. it simply means I don't want to tell you about them. I want to go to b-school. that's all you need to know right now. @yeamynameSUSIE will make you aware if that changes.
and please don't question my faith. my relationship with God & JC are just that. my. relationship.
my phone will be on silent. if you're looking for me, don't.
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