You all treat me like I'm- what? Just a pretty little package all tied up with this perfect bow, and it looks so nice, that- what? You don't need to know what's inside? don't even care? Because- what? Finding out what's inside might ruin the outside of the package? So here I am, left to be a package, but- maybe inside I hold a gem. A gem that you will never hold. charley
Reason for writing:
I am so tired of people thinking that if you're blond, and attractive,
that you have nothing to give. no mind, no brain, no anything.
It really annoys me that all anyone ever thinks that you want to hear is
that you're beautiful. How about smart, or gifted, or talented, or what about
saying hey, that's a great idea. I never would have though of that.
No, instead, all I ever hear is what a beautiful body, or face, or whatever
that I have. Sickens me, really.
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