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July 14, 2011
I'm going through a phase, she thought. That's what mom always said about me, right?  "She's going through a phase." Like when she dyed her hair. It was really supposed to be a few streaks of blue, but she messed up and the whole head ended up bright blue.

This phase is all about finding her zen. Finding peace. Finding a balance in life, a yin for her yang. She did anger. She's tired of that.

Now I want to be happy, she thought. This is my new phase. Not just a few streaks, either. The whole damned head.