I was never an authentic Lolita. My black eyes talked to those around me about my evil ways, even if these ways were pure fiction. My half innocent and pure temper reveals only in the privacy of love.
I am no angel as I am no demon. People picture me as they desire me.
I am not Lolita. No childish dresses, no naive but dirty games, no desire of being rescued as a helpless little girl. And my childhood remains in its demanded place.
My Humbert is already here.
The question is: who do you believe now, the woman or the little girl?
One of my favorites movies.