extreme upset, anxiety, stress

- extreme upset, anxiety, stress,
since last thursday, 17.ix.xv, at least three instances of street workers
        who do not know me, pointing at me, hollering about me:
        - 16.ix.xv garage attendants loitering and hollering behind my room,
                mockingly repeat a phrase from my conversation w/ an aunt the previous
                evening.
        - 16.ix.xv, qqn i did not see, but heard frm elevator when it stopped
                at ground flr, talking shit about me to doormen.
        - 17.ix.xv, ppl i've never seen b/f hollering "noura noura, noura must've
                upset him" (noura is the concierge who's also making my life difficult
                at home) at tramway station underneath parents' home.
        - 18.ix, friday, food poisoning,
        - 19.ix, when going to mother, garage attendants loitering at garage
                across the street, one of them points me out when i go out of the
                building and wait for a cab, the other turns to look at me, and
                turns around again.
        - 19.ix, past 1400, garage attendant loitering behind my room, whom i've
                never met, hollers ya magnoon, ya bta' el moxdarat.
nobody else is any help, not the parents, aunt/uncle, the neighbors,
        the doormen, the sister or anyone else i know.
cycles of noise and days-long insomnia persist.
strongly miss and need my former friends for reality-check, help, moral support,
        self-confidence.
extreme opacity is most upsetting, i don't know who those ppl are, what the
        fuck gets them to do this to me, talk about me, spread rumours about me,
        say i'm crazy, watch my movements.
        i don't know whether it's the govmt, just thugs, who someone set them on
        me, or how to end this.
        extreme opacity.
confrontations with them only help to cement the appearance that i am mad and
        or unhinged as no one is willing to believe this is going on, least of
        which the dozens of workers stuck to our homes like flies on trash.