Of me is hardly ever correct. I feel that because I look a certain way, people expect me to act a certain wau. And when they find out that I’m not really the person they’ve created inside their heads and dirty thoughts, they don’t know what to do with me. It’s like I’ve deceived them in some terrible and hurtful way. I’ve shattered their dreams and fantasies. It’s like they just found out Santa Claus isn’t real. What’s a girl to do?