Reclaiming identity.

If nice guys finish last, nice girls don't make it to the finish line at all.
Goodbye, sweet little girl.
We had fun together, that's for sure, i have worked hard on your character, developing your particular tastes, preferences, good traits, bad traits, making you fit into your own little niche in this crazy social world. That character I created would work out wonderfully in a movie orin a book- i am a writer after all. But it turns out in real life you just don't cut it.
You're stunted by your own virtues and vices, you have hit a glass ceiling, your attributed personality is not enough to go any further. People think you're sweet, but not serious, worth looking at but not worth listening to. You have what they call remarkable insight and intelligence, but only enough for the kind of cute Gothic Lolita that i have conceived you to be; for someone who's at least of drinking age, that intelligence is not quite enough.
And so you're trapped in the golden cage of being Everyone's Favorite Little Goth Girl.
When i created you, perhaps i didn't aim much higher than that. But now i do.
So now I'll have to create a more advanced model, with more functions.

Sorry Lulu, and goodbye.

I'm not so sweet and innocent anymore, am i?