I don’t want to be me anymore. I want to be Jodie Foster’s character in Silence of the Lambs. Henceforth, please refer to me as Clarice. I want to not cry when the Hannibal Lectors of my life say mean things to me. I will stand there stoically. You will not hear so much as a whimper. I will flash back to happier days with an adoring father (will have to work on that) who thinks I’m swell.