Maybe, just maybe, you are wrong. Maybe I am not this shy, awkward person. Maybe my character has no big flaws. Maybe there is nothing wrong with me. What if it is you? Maybe your vision of me is blurred. Maybe I am not who you think I am. Maybe you don’t see me for who I really am. Is that my fault? No, it is not. Maybe it isn’t yours either. But it certainly isn’t mine. That is all I am saying. It is not my fault. This is not my fault.