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Let me tell you about my bathroom. <br><br><br>It's like, the most normal spot I've ever seen. In any other context, I'd guess you could find this bathroom anywhere. You know, like in a house or something. It sure as hell feels that way. <br><br><br>I've been here for four days now, and I'm about to drive myself up the wall. I woke up in here from a dream I don't remember. I woke up to a buzzer I think. I don't know. I was so drowsy I could have missed all the little random things that happened prior to that. <br><br><br>I was lying in the bathtub, I'm sure of that. But this tub is bigger than any tub I've ever seen. It's massive. It looks like it should be a swimming pool. <br><br><br>I've heard of Ov bathrooms. I never believed it, but I guess I should have, because I guess if you can be a ball, you can talk to animals in a forest and be a little girl, you can wake up in a bathroom in a galaxy. <br><br><br>From what I've seen, this bathroom is crisply clean. Nothing is stained, nothing is a little bit dirty. Literally everything is perfect in here. The sink is just big enough for one person to use it, but the tub is massive. Thus my confusion. <br><br><br>The colors in here are all bright and boring and I thought it was a hospital at first. I'm not sure, I don't think I'd describe it as bright and boring, but I can't find the right words to tell you what's going on. It does look a little bit futuristic though. And it's not a hospital, I know that now. <br><br><br>I don't know how many times I've walked from the sink to the tub and back. I guess hundreds. I really have no idea, all I know is the numbers are too high to count and this is making me extremely nervous. I really can't remember but I think I've seen something like this here before. I'm sure I have. <br><br><br>I don't know how I got here or how I'm meant to leave. I barely remember my name. I don't know what I'm doing with my life or where I'm going after this. But what I do know is that there are cameras in here. I can't see them, but I know they're watching me.<br><br><br>I've eaten nothing for four days now. I've eaten nothing but the food in here for four days now. I'm going crazy. I miss talking to real people. I miss outside. <br><br><br>I miss my family. <br><br><br>I miss home. <br><br><br>I wish I knew how I was getting here. I wish they'd fucking let me go. <br><br><br>I am sick of eating these nice textures but tastes I don't know. I'm sick of food that dissolves after being in my mouth for a minute. I'm sick of feeling sick. <br><br><br>I miss my home. I don't know what it's like, I don't remember anything other than the bathroom, but I know it's my home. It's where I'm meant to be. It's where my family is. <br><br><br>So much of my life I spent with the idea God is there but He never answers. But now I know, the idea of paying attention to me could never occur to them. <br><br><br>I miss my friends. I miss my mom. I miss my dad and my dog and my sister. I wish I could see them again, I wish they'd come to see me. I know they won't, I know they can't. But I wish that they would or could. I miss them so much. Every day it's getting harder. I feel like I'm going crazy. I'm not sure how much longer I can keep myself sane. <br><br><br>I've been in the tub. I've been in the sink. I've discovered a shower, although I've not used it yet. I've discovered a toilet. But I've discovered all this in the process of losing my mind. I've tried talking to myself. I've tried talking to the people I know are watching me. I've tried talking to anyone. But I think at this point I've talked to myself so much that sometimes I can't tell the difference anymore. <br><br><br>I don't remember the last time I've eaten a normal meal. I don't remember the last time my stomach didn't hurt. I don't remember the last time I didn't have diarrhea or have to throw up. I don't know how much longer I can keep going. <br><br><br>I just miss my family. I wish I could see them again. I wish I could hug them again. I wish I could talk to them again. I wish I could be in the same room as them. I miss them so much, it's killing me. I wish that I'd never woken up again. I just want to lose my mind completely and never remember anything. It's so hard, to have to go through this and not have anyone to talk to. I'm not sure how this much talking to yourself can go on without anything happening. It's not like I have anything else to do in here, but I don't know how I've made it this far without a breakdown. I don't know. I just know that I miss my family. <br><br><br>I know that I'm not a normal ball. I know that most people only spend a couple days in here. I know this because I haven't forgotten things that happened in my past. I know this because all I can think about is my past. I'm not sure how much longer I have to go before I can go back to my past. I don't know if I ever will, but I want to. I want to be with my family again so bad. But I don't know when or if that will happen. But I'm going to keep trying. I'm going to keep trying until I die. And I know this might be the end for me. I know eventually I'm going to lose it completely, and I won't ever get it back. I'm just holding on to the fact that I'm going to see my family again soon. I really hope I am. <br><br><br>I'm writing this now because I think I'd go crazy if I didn't have a little something to do. I wish I had a computer or something, but I don't. So I've found some paper and a pencil and I'm writing this right now. I'm writing right now because I think this is important. I think I need to write this down. <br><br><br>I've been here for four days now, and I've finally discovered a shower. And I'm so sick of this tub. I'm sick of all the water, I'm sick of the showers and the baths, I'm sick of all the water and I'm sick of the sink. I'm sick of this bathroom. I want to go home. <br><br><br>I guess I'm going to take a shower, and I'm going to get out and then I'm going to go all crazy and try to bang on the mirrors until they break. Although I'm sure they won't. They're really strong and thick. But I'm going to try anyways, because I'm losing my fucking mind. I just want to go home. <br><br><br>I've had to rip my clothes, and now I'm standing in the shower, and I'm finally getting some relief. Finally, I don't have to sit down to pee. I can just pee while I'm in the shower. And it's the greatest thing I have ever felt in my life. I know it's not, but it's the greatest thing I have ever felt. And I'm happy. I'm just washing myself in the shower, and it's the greatest thing I have ever felt. And I'm happy. But I don't want to leave this shower. I'm going to stay in here forever. <br><br><br>I'm in the tub. I've been here for a while. I can't remember how long. I'm not sure if it's been hours or days or weeks or months. I guess I've lost count. But after that amazing shower, I'm in the tub. And it feels amazing. I've brought the paper and the pencil in here with me, and I'm writing this as I float here in this tub. I know this is the only consolation prize I get for being locked in a bathroom. And I don't even care that I don't have a towel. I'm just going to sit in here forever. I'm never going to leave. I'm never going to get out. I'm just going to sit in here and stare at the ceiling. I'm just going to stay here forever. I'm going to die in here. I don't care. This is perfect. I feel amazing. I'm just going to stay in here. I'm never leaving. I feel so good right now. I'm never leaving. I'm just going to stay in here.