I liked some parts of this book, and others just didn't interest me at all... so I'm not sure how to rate it lol.

I’m beginning to suspect that I swallowed a rollercoaster and it is lodged between my heart and my stuff. Am I too big or too small or too much or too little? (20%)
I’m stuck here in a cycle and I am getting older but I am not growing up and my heart is getting soft dark spots on it like a fruit that has gone bad or is soft because too many hands have squeezed it but then put it back down not because I am not ready but because they were not ready for my type of fruity flesh. I felt so ripe and sweet—what was off? The truth is, I was forcing myself into people’s mouths. I jumped out of their hands and into their mouths and I yelled EAT ME way before they even had a chance to get hungry and notice me and lift me up. (22%)
Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me? (27%)
…This is the pits. The pits are also the seeds. The pit is also a deep place with an actual bottom. You could argue that the bottom of the pit is where you plant the start of the thing that is made to travel to the light. You could prove, if you tried to or wanted to, that the bottom of the pit is of course the start of getting up to the top. (48%)
I am a wild thing but I wanted a home. I am wild and I want to be that and to belong to the greater group and have everyone know that my wildness is nothing but a bit of my colors and has nothing to do with whether or not I can be trusted. A geranium is a wild thing. It is so wild you can hardly kill it. But it does not take over your house if you put it inside. (74%)
Sometimes do you ever get jealous of the plants, that they only have to grow and not know about it, and they don’t take anything personally? (83%)
I’m tired of looking for a place in another. (91%)