Dear Diary, I am starting to notice it. I can't say 'it may be nothing, it happened before, if it hasn't, it will' anymore. I mean it won't harm or kill me or anything like that, but it's strange. If I look back, I can see something constant, always there. Before it came into the picture, everything was fine. Somehow this reminds me of a specific period of time in my life. Interesting. I am not the person I was. That's why it doesn't affect me as much as it did. I still find it strange - and interesting in its own way.