I used to have a bad habit of mimicry. Obsessively, I’d go to Wikipedia and commit to memory everything about someone I admired. Where did they go to college? What were their hobbies when they were young? Did they drink? I'd steal it all. I found false hope in others’ skin because I had never felt welcome in mine. I remember earnestly praying to God that I'd wake up as someone else. I told this story to excise that from myself—the self-hate, the self-destruction—and those who've felt it too. Because, as the film depicts, it leads only to deeper loneliness.