"So, I don't know how many of you follow me, but if you don't then here's what's happening

I have schizophrenia, and after many months of shenanigans unbefitting of a normal person, my stepmom suggested I get take to get some help. I'm sure she meant see a doctor, but my dad took that to mean throw me in a mental hospital. My mom agreed, and threw me in

I did not react well. I tried to kill or at least injure a fellow patient, I hit two doctors for trying to force feed me meds, and I hurt myself by bashing my head against the wall. I was doing this because I hate that place, I hate being locked up. Professional help has never worked for me, not pills, not therapy, and certainly not a mental hospital. My parents, however, took these acts as a sign that I am in desperate need of this place. I've been twice, and today at around 2pm I go for a third time. Once that is over my parents and the doctors will decide whether I stay, and either I go home or they leave me there

My siblings and I are adamantly against it, but my parents don't listen to me because I'm 'not well', like my issues strip me of all my rights and freedoms. they wont listen to my sisters nor my girlfriend, who are all really distraught about this

I dont think I'll survive it. I genuinely don't. There's a 50/50 chance I'll have to stay, but if I do I'll be dead within a week. I would hang myself in my room. If i am confined to a cell for my life then maybe i don't want to live anymore. My brain is already rotting anyway. The way we see it, if they make me stay, we're all gonna die. I'm gonna hang myself, my girlfriend said she'd kill herself if I died, my twin's probably gonna OD because of it, and maybe a few years from now my sister will drink herself to death

I'm gonna tell my parents that

Anyway, since this might be our last night free together, me and the girls are having a blast, and I'm rn writing this while waiting for them to finish something outside. I have left Ari with the knowledge of what happens in the Dark Lord, so that if I did go away she may post that and you would all have some closure, or maybe she might even continue to write it. if i did go away, Sadie would post about it

So I leave you, with what is maybe my final message. Thank you for being here, for reading my shit stories. To my 140 followers, thank you. To my friends on here, love you

Love you all

Goodbye(?)