Dear Diary, I feel that my life isn't my own anymore. I don't know who to trust, I think every one is talking about me or not believing in the things I'm saying. I speak but no one seems to hear, I call but no one seems to come. I belive that every time I have a crisis something is being chipped away from me, something I won't get back. My mind is filled with perplexity, and I'm a derision to those who pass me by. I'm no longer the person I was before.