I sit in this out of order stall every day,But Its not really broken i just put a sign. I hear what people say about me, i know what they think. The boys bathroom is right next to us and the wall is paper thin. I hear both genders i hear both opinions. I know what people go through is worse than what i do because i can hear it. I hear the pain they feel when they spill the secrets in this bathroom.
I dont know why people come to this bathroom for secrets honestly they could go to the others. But its like someone sends them here so i can hear their stories. Because their lives are capable of being worse than mine.
If nobody is in here i write in my Journal, or try to escape.
Im not enrolled in this school, i once was but now im not. I cant leave it.
When i was enrolled i still spent so much time in this stall, now all i want to do is leave.
Leave, but it wont let me.
I shouldn't of killed myself, if i knew it would feel like im in America Horror Stories. I wish i was. at least that nightmare can end. Mine cant.
They try and take down my sign sometimes but it keeps coming back. I want someone to walk in my stall i want to see humans but when they walk in im forced into here. Im free when they leave but not free from this bathroom. This stupid Bathroom Stall.
