It’s sometime in fall 2015. A teen is standing along a reservoir dam a bike ride away from their house. They’ve got a journal full of poems about the guy in Germany they’re in love with. The twilight shines over the water, gloom hiding in the shadows. In just a few months they’ll be back here with a bottle of sleeping pills in their hand, trying to keep their balance as they walk along the reservoir dam edge. This was their sea. They wanted to take their own life. For now, they pick up their mountain bike and set off north into the endless trails of the forest. “Can you see the real me?”