This should be on a throwaway but screw it. 

I had a good streak going. I found happiness during the pandemic and secretly stopped taking my meds in the summer of 2020. Everything was smooth sailing until about two months ago. I started hearing the voices again. They're brutal and relentless. My grades have fallen of a cliff in the last month. Where I was getting As, I'm now in danger of failing two courses. I never wanted to go to college, but my parents are the type of people who think you can't be anything if you don't get a degree. I reduced the amount of time I go to work. 

I don't want to burden my friends with my problems. I won't tell a "trusted" adult because they can't be trusted. I don't want to go back on meds. They're fucking poison that turned me into a zombie for years. I want the pain to end. If it takes death for the pain to go away, so be it.