My brain is ringing like a car alarm – keep telling myself to calm – down – but there’s no way – now – it’s too late – I’ve been broken into, dispossessed – but what they’ve taken is anyone’s guess – there’s no one to tell – and no one else can hear the bell – the constant sound of that alarm – and I know I need to calm – down – but there’s no way – out – it’s too dark – this life isn’t mine – this body – I see it in the mirror but it’s not me – all I know is the noise – but I’ve got no choice – got to live – with – the never-ending alarm – so I keep telling myself to calm – down – but there’s no way – round – I’ve been stripped – in more ways than one – degraded – what I ordered this is how I pay for it – and there’s no one on my side – no one saying it’s not right – god, that fucking alarm – I swear I’m trying to calm – down – even though they never – found – the old me – and that’s scary – it really is – how you can disappear and not be missed – no one to hit the alarm – all you can do – is try to – stay calm…

Read the first entry from Bright Star’s diary.