I don't know if anyone remembers me,I was on here a few months ago.I think I've gotten much worse.I can't differentiate who is there and who is not.sometimes I even wonder if I am the one who's not here.Maybe I am a ghost or dead or something...maybe everything around me is fiction and this whole world is made up by me,and my mind has imagined this all up.

Well my appeal went ok - but my solicitor was right about the end result, I didn't even get to change my meds and I'm still on the CTO - my solicitor was awesome though, there was nothing more she could have done.

I'm just thinking if I'm going to die, what does it matter what I do, because there is going to be no consequence to what I do - because I'm going to be dead.
So what does it matter if I stab someone or get my knife out and make them confess - I'm not going to be here - so why should I care.