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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shalimar" data-source="post: 1452499" data-attributes="member: 9600">Kelly again looks puzzeled, an expression the doctor must be getting bored with quickly, "I don't understand, a confrontation of self... whats a confrontation of self?"  she asks, the little girl, curiously.  Trusting the doctor, but still wanting to be sure before she goes any further, she looks up at the sky an does her best to make it sunny again, to make the rain dry up. "I...this is embaressing...and silly...but I think...I think the thing that I'm most afraid of is that I'm a bad person, that no one really likes me, can like me...Neuro, he keeps telling me... he keeps saying that I'm just a puppet, just a toy, for anyone, that no actually cares about me, they just like me because I'm rich, or because I can sing, or cause how I look.  They just want what I can do, not me, it makes me feel soo lonely, thats why I like Tommy so much.  He doesn't need anything, he, well, he doesn't need me, so its like its really real and not just him pretending."  she tells the child, haltingly at first, being uncomfortable, but slowly being more willing.  She looks around uncomfortably as the cityscape around her emphasizes that she feels like the world sees everything about her being on sale, even her body.</blockquote>