My MH team came over today. I told them about Tuesday when I gave into the voices. My psychiatrist is coming to see me on the sixteenth of June to talk to me. My medication doesn't work and I'd rather just let myself walk into another reality. I don't know why, but I've given up trying to decide what's real and what's not. Maybe I'm tipping over the edge or maybe I'm stupid. Either way, I give up fighting. I'd rather just accept my fate. I was meant to end up like this.