The ship of Theseus.
Who the hell are we?
My young self looks at me accusingly
How do I go back and apologise to her for fucking it all up on just about every level?

Note to self ... homework...
Revise ‘compassionate self’ ... again (and again, and again, and again ... for the rest of your days)

Detention...
Write out ‘you really are a daft human chump’ a thousand times.