26 May, 1997
The voices are getting worse; they're getting louder. They've started yelling at me. They have to say everything I'm doing; everything I'm feeling. I don't want those things said out loud. I haven't been able to write because it's been too noisy. It's hard to concentrate on anything. I was forced to drop out of Hogwarts a week after my last entry. I've started seeing things as well. Reality isn't the same. Sometimes I can't tell the difference between real life and these strange dreams. I arrived home and Mother keeps saying I'm acting rather odd and the truth is, I feel quite odd. She saw me crying in my room, pulling at my hair and talking to myself. I can't help it! I feel I'm going crazy… and as it turns out I am. Mother took me to St. Mungo's. They did tests and asked me questions I didn't want to answer. I feel like a little kid, not being able to do things for myself. The healers just told me what I already knew; I am insane. My insanity goes by the name of Schizophrenia. The voices I hear are a "common symptom". Common… ha. As if hearing voices can even be called common, regardless of one's mental state. Why me? The healers told Mum I have to stay in the hospital till I am back to normal- if that's even possible. So, I am now writing from my new room in St. Mungo's mental ward. I already hate it here. Everyone treats me like I'm a helpless puppy. They all talk to me like I'm a child. No, I don't need your opinion on the subject! This is entirely your fault! If you would just leave me alone I wouldn't be here! Alright be quiet, they're coming back. I have to act like you don't exist so I can go home.
Lark