Trigger warning, I'm going to mention suicide briefly.
It took them two hours to realise I was hiding in the bathroom.
Two and a half to realize I was crying.
Two and a quarter to realize it was them.
We're at 3 and a half hours and counting for how long it'll take then to realize that they did screw up, instead of playing every single excuse possible.
I ended up texting my dad... and he did this:
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I kinda died more than I already am.
Well, I'm not dying yet, but I did have a suicide note planned out in my head. It actually sounded pretty nice.
I switched bathrooms, and went to the one upstairs, since I can just sleep in the bath tub. And if I fill it with water, it has those hot tub thingys inside of it, which is neat.
They're trying to harrass me out of this one. They tried that with the other one, but that was because my grandma was gonna piss herself. I didn't leave until she went all the way upstairs to use the one I'm in now... I decided retaliation is my only route, since I doubt they'll change. They still don't beleive they did anything wrong, and they keep pulling guilt cards on me. I'm really fricken close to pulling a really heavy one on them if they don't get their shit together.
So yeah, I'm just gonna be living in a bathroom for two weeks! My neck thinks it's fun already!
