“As for me I will follow the path of the pink bunnies.”

“I had choosen the path of the black sheep rather than that of the unicorns and puppies.”

“I wanted so badly to be seen, yet my pride prevented me from obviously asking to be seen. I did not want to be seen by demand, but rather by their choosing.”

“Starting this day, she was no longer going to be quiet, a wallflower no more.”

“Where does one go from the bottom? You hit the bottom of the well and what? People say the only place to go is up, but they seem to ignore how long you can spend wallowing in the muck at the bottom of the well.”

“Could a scar be like the rings of a tree, reopened with each emotional season?”

“And just as it is with all proper grannies, she ordered me into my pink bunny jammies.”