Update from the peanut gallery
Do I know you? Have we met? You seem familiar somehow. Like a girl I use to know years ago. She dyed her hair strange colors, had a leopard print cowboy hate, and didn't care if she failed, she tried anyway. I liked her. I miss her. I wonder where she went. I think maybe she fell asleep a couple of years ago or went into hiding. Maybe to preserve herself, to keep herself from disappearing completely. She was biding her time, waiting till she knew she was strong enough to come out again. I think she might be. I think she's finally ready to try again despite the thought of failing. After all, she had gone blonde. A girl has to start somewhere, right?