Perfect Blue ★★★★½

You are real. At least you have convinced yourself you are real. You are more real than the constructed version of you created by someone who used to be you and who used that constructed version of you to convince you you had done things you hadn't done. You aren't that reflection of yourself you see smiling back in the mirror. You know you are you. You know it because you've stopped hallucinating that the other you is following you. You know you are you, because the you who used to be you is dead and only the real you stares back when you look into the mirror and the you who used to be you can't get out to hurt you anymore.