not help himself to me. It’s tough
when you’re pretty. They only see you
in one context. They forget that you have
a mind inside that body. It’s alarming

and disturbing. But I’m learning. What I
thought felt right was wrong. They have a way
of convincing you that it’s you all along. They’re
very good at mind games. Look at the PHD displayed

there on the wall, to let you know who’s in
authority, really? They’re more ****** up
than anybody and will only take you down. I’ve been
down that road. And I’m here to tell you

it’s one-way ticket to hell. The degree on
the wall does not determine the degree
of kindness that you get. In fact, the higher
is sometimes the less.