human
I was fifteen and a half last spring, and now, though it is only a year ago, everything is different! she mused.
gpt
When did it get to be different, I wonder? It never was all at once, so it must have been a little every day, so little that I hardly noticed it until just now.
human
What am I meant for? Am I everything? Am I nothing? Must I wait till my future comes to me, or must I seek it?