I was a young girl then and today I'm practicing to be a young woman. People look at me though, they stare me in the eye and say, "I bet I could tell what kind of little girl you were." Communication... eer- I have a lack of. Maybe I just didn't express myself the way that I wanted to, and now I'm a hay-wired computer bot, with a heart made of tin and a head made of steel. What if my intentions were pure? Then arises the moral question of, "Well, do the ends justify the means?" I'm not sure. I mean it depends. My intentions were pure; doesn't that count for something?
Naivety, I guess. Grant me the strength to learn from today what I'll live by tomorrow.