My story
One day, I, William was sitting in my bio class, then suddenly I realized that I couldn’t hold my bladder anymore and I had to use the restroom. Then, like a normal student I asked the teacher to use the restroom. But little did I know about impending doom that unleash on my frail little body. I enter the bathroom, for some reason there wasn’t a line this time. So I entered. The biggest mistake of my entire life. I go into a stall to take a wizz right? But I hear seniors enter. They start talking about the geek bar. I was like, okay that’s pretty normal. But then they hear my wizz stream. At this point I knew I was cooked. I was going to get slimed out by the seniors in the bathroom. Then all of a sudden the door starts shaking. The door got pounded down by the seniors. They take me off the toilet seat and shove me into the trash can. Is what I would say if I was a WEAKLING. I took all 10 of them in a fight at once and I came out the bathroom a MAN. But then they came and tackled me and I broke all of my 200 bones in my body. Except my Henie. Thanks a lot securely.
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this app is hell
even if it says you can close your pass, good luck doing it. It’s unnecessarily hard and crammed to change your starred teachers.
Don’t EVER leave the classroom to use the restroom
One day I wanted to use the restroom. So like any other student I ask the teacher, she said to download to god awful app. And so I downloaded the app,made a pass then started it. I left the classroom to use the restroom. I waited 4 hours in line to use it. I turn around, and too my surprise, the security guard were looking for me. And then I realized that my pass was still going and had not been in the class for a long time. He told me if I don’t get back into the class that he was going to slime me out. Like any good person would do, I ran… he started chasing me. I ran the corner and he was right on my tail. I lifted a nearby chair and threw it as far I can. He doges it. I hid in a class. But then he appeared right behind me. So I decided to just skip the rest of the day and my mom was home and she asked me y I was here so early and I told her it was a early release (my school doesn’t have early release days) and she told me that I was lying and she slimed me out. Moral of the story do NOT use securely pass, it will ruin your life.
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COLLECTS YOUR CHILDS INFORMATION
Tell me why this app tracks how long your child goes to the bathroom and uses ai to determine if they’re on their period or if it’s “suspicious”?! And there are many frightening stories of children getting bladder problems because they were forced to hold it in as their teacher denied them bathroom access. This app is ridiculous and should not be in use!!!
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The Case of the Crimson Raven
Rain whispered against the windows of the Armed Detective Agency.
It was the sort of rain that made Yokohama look like a city painted in charcoal, gray streets, blurred lights, and shadows stretching beneath every streetlamp.
Ranpo Edogawa sat on the couch with his feet propped up on the table.
He was eating candy.
He was also bored.
This was, in his opinion, a criminal offense.
"There's nothing to do," Ranpo complained.
Kunikida looked up from his notebook.
"You solved three cases this morning."
"Exactly. And now there's nothing."
"You could read."
"I already know everything in the books."
"You could help with paperwork."
Ranpo stared at him.
Kunikida stared back.
"...I'd rather die."
Before Kunikida could respond, the Agency's door opened.
A tall man stepped inside, soaked from the rain.
His black coat hung heavily from his shoulders, and his dark hair was dripping onto the floor.
Beside him was a familiar black-and-white raccoon.
Ranpo's eyes immediately narrowed.
"Oh."
Kunikida sighed.
"No."
Poe adjusted his posture.
"Good afternoon."
"No," Kunikida repeated.
Poe blinked.
"I haven't even said anything."
"You brought trouble."
Poe looked offended.
Karl squeaked.
Ranpo sat up.
"What's the case?"
Poe hesitated.
Then he pulled a crimson envelope from inside his coat.
"There have been five murders."
The room became quiet.
Ranpo's boredom vanished instantly.
Poe placed the envelope on the table.
"Each victim was found with a red feather beneath their tongue."
Ranpo reached for it.
Poe caught his wrist.
Ranpo looked at him.
Poe immediately let go.
"...Sorry."
Ranpo smirked.
"You've gotten nervous around me."
"I have not."
"You have."
"I haven't."
"You definitely have."
Poe's face reddened.
Kunikida pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Can we focus?"
Ranpo opened the envelope.
Inside was a photograph.
A dead man lying in an alley.
His throat had been cut.
A crimson feather rested between his lips.
Ranpo studied the photograph for three seconds.
Then he smiled.
"I know who did it."
Poe froze.
"You haven't read the letter."
"I don't need to."
"You don't even know the circumstances."
"I don't need those either."
Poe stared at him.
Ranpo waved the photograph.
"The feather isn't from a bird."
Poe's eyes widened.
"It's dyed."
"Correct."
"And the dye has traces of—"
"Rosewater and iron."
Poe stared.
Ranpo grinned.
"See? Easy."
Poe's expression changed.
It was subtle, but Ranpo noticed.
The admiration.
The frustration.
The unmistakable fascination.
Ranpo leaned closer.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"You're staring."
"I am not."
"You are."
Poe turned away.
Karl covered his face with his paws.
Ranpo laughed.
"You're cute when you're embarrassed."
Poe nearly dropped the photograph.
Kunikida's pencil snapped.
The murders led them into an abandoned theater on the outskirts of Yokohama.
The theater had been closed for twelve years.
Its sign hung crookedly above the entrance.
THE RAVEN'S NEST.
Ranpo stared at it.
"How theatrical."
Poe swallowed.
"I don't like this."
Ranpo glanced at him.
"You're a mystery novelist."
"That doesn't mean I enjoy being murdered."
"I thought you liked dark things."
"I like writing about them."
"Same thing."
"It is absolutely not the same thing."
Ranpo opened the door.
The theater smelled of dust, old wood, and something metallic.
Blood.
Poe's expression tightened.
"Ranpo."
"I know."
They stepped inside.
The auditorium was enormous.
Rows of seats disappeared into darkness.
On the stage stood a single chair.
And sitting in it—
Was the killer.
A woman in a white mask.
She slowly lifted her head.
"Edgar Allan Poe."
Poe froze.
Ranpo looked at him.
"You're famous."
"Not the time."
The woman laughed.
"You came exactly as expected."
Ranpo's eyes sharpened.
"You invited us."
She tilted her head.
"No."
Ranpo smiled.
"You did."
The woman stood.
"You think you're clever."
"No."
Ranpo adjusted his glasses.
"I know I'm clever."
Poe sighed.
"There's the arrogance."
"You love it."
Poe's face turned bright red.
The woman suddenly threw something.
Poe pushed Ranpo aside.
A blade flew past them and struck the wall.
"Are you hurt?"
Ranpo stared at him.
Poe was standing between him and the attacker.
His hands were trembling.
Ranpo's expression softened.
"Idiot."
"What?"
"You could've gotten hurt."
"I was protecting you."
"I don't need protecting."
"I know."
Poe looked directly into his eyes.
"But I wanted to."
For once, Ranpo didn't have a clever response.
The woman attacked again.
This time, Ranpo moved.
Three steps.
A turn.
A duck beneath the blade.
He grabbed her wrist.
"Game over."
Her eyes widened.
Ranpo smiled.
"The feathers. The theater. The victims."
He twisted her wrist and knocked the knife away.
"You weren't killing people randomly."
Poe watched silently.
"You were recreating a story."
Ranpo continued.
"Specifically Poe's 'The Raven.'"
The woman froze.
"The victims were people connected to the original manuscript."
Poe's eyes widened.
"But..."
Ranpo pointed toward the stage.
"The chair."
Then the curtains.
Then the ceiling.
"The blood."
Finally, he pointed at the woman.
"And you."
Her mask cracked.
Ranpo smiled.
"You're not the murderer."
Poe blinked.
"What?"
Ranpo turned.
"You're the final victim."
The lights suddenly went out.
A gunshot echoed through the theater.
"RANPO!"
Poe lunged forward.
Something struck him.
He fell.
"POE!"
Ranpo ran toward him.
A shadow moved behind the curtains.
Ranpo's expression became cold.
Very cold.
"You made one mistake."
The figure stopped.
"You assumed Poe was the important piece."
Ranpo stood over Poe.
"You should've known better."
He smiled.
"I'm the
It was the sort of rain that made Yokohama look like a city painted in charcoal, gray streets, blurred lights, and shadows stretching beneath every streetlamp.
Ranpo Edogawa sat on the couch with his feet propped up on the table.
He was eating candy.
He was also bored.
This was, in his opinion, a criminal offense.
"There's nothing to do," Ranpo complained.
Kunikida looked up from his notebook.
"You solved three cases this morning."
"Exactly. And now there's nothing."
"You could read."
"I already know everything in the books."
"You could help with paperwork."
Ranpo stared at him.
Kunikida stared back.
"...I'd rather die."
Before Kunikida could respond, the Agency's door opened.
A tall man stepped inside, soaked from the rain.
His black coat hung heavily from his shoulders, and his dark hair was dripping onto the floor.
Beside him was a familiar black-and-white raccoon.
Ranpo's eyes immediately narrowed.
"Oh."
Kunikida sighed.
"No."
Poe adjusted his posture.
"Good afternoon."
"No," Kunikida repeated.
Poe blinked.
"I haven't even said anything."
"You brought trouble."
Poe looked offended.
Karl squeaked.
Ranpo sat up.
"What's the case?"
Poe hesitated.
Then he pulled a crimson envelope from inside his coat.
"There have been five murders."
The room became quiet.
Ranpo's boredom vanished instantly.
Poe placed the envelope on the table.
"Each victim was found with a red feather beneath their tongue."
Ranpo reached for it.
Poe caught his wrist.
Ranpo looked at him.
Poe immediately let go.
"...Sorry."
Ranpo smirked.
"You've gotten nervous around me."
"I have not."
"You have."
"I haven't."
"You definitely have."
Poe's face reddened.
Kunikida pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Can we focus?"
Ranpo opened the envelope.
Inside was a photograph.
A dead man lying in an alley.
His throat had been cut.
A crimson feather rested between his lips.
Ranpo studied the photograph for three seconds.
Then he smiled.
"I know who did it."
Poe froze.
"You haven't read the letter."
"I don't need to."
"You don't even know the circumstances."
"I don't need those either."
Poe stared at him.
Ranpo waved the photograph.
"The feather isn't from a bird."
Poe's eyes widened.
"It's dyed."
"Correct."
"And the dye has traces of—"
"Rosewater and iron."
Poe stared.
Ranpo grinned.
"See? Easy."
Poe's expression changed.
It was subtle, but Ranpo noticed.
The admiration.
The frustration.
The unmistakable fascination.
Ranpo leaned closer.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"You're staring."
"I am not."
"You are."
Poe turned away.
Karl covered his face with his paws.
Ranpo laughed.
"You're cute when you're embarrassed."
Poe nearly dropped the photograph.
Kunikida's pencil snapped.
The murders led them into an abandoned theater on the outskirts of Yokohama.
The theater had been closed for twelve years.
Its sign hung crookedly above the entrance.
THE RAVEN'S NEST.
Ranpo stared at it.
"How theatrical."
Poe swallowed.
"I don't like this."
Ranpo glanced at him.
"You're a mystery novelist."
"That doesn't mean I enjoy being murdered."
"I thought you liked dark things."
"I like writing about them."
"Same thing."
"It is absolutely not the same thing."
Ranpo opened the door.
The theater smelled of dust, old wood, and something metallic.
Blood.
Poe's expression tightened.
"Ranpo."
"I know."
They stepped inside.
The auditorium was enormous.
Rows of seats disappeared into darkness.
On the stage stood a single chair.
And sitting in it—
Was the killer.
A woman in a white mask.
She slowly lifted her head.
"Edgar Allan Poe."
Poe froze.
Ranpo looked at him.
"You're famous."
"Not the time."
The woman laughed.
"You came exactly as expected."
Ranpo's eyes sharpened.
"You invited us."
She tilted her head.
"No."
Ranpo smiled.
"You did."
The woman stood.
"You think you're clever."
"No."
Ranpo adjusted his glasses.
"I know I'm clever."
Poe sighed.
"There's the arrogance."
"You love it."
Poe's face turned bright red.
The woman suddenly threw something.
Poe pushed Ranpo aside.
A blade flew past them and struck the wall.
"Are you hurt?"
Ranpo stared at him.
Poe was standing between him and the attacker.
His hands were trembling.
Ranpo's expression softened.
"Idiot."
"What?"
"You could've gotten hurt."
"I was protecting you."
"I don't need protecting."
"I know."
Poe looked directly into his eyes.
"But I wanted to."
For once, Ranpo didn't have a clever response.
The woman attacked again.
This time, Ranpo moved.
Three steps.
A turn.
A duck beneath the blade.
He grabbed her wrist.
"Game over."
Her eyes widened.
Ranpo smiled.
"The feathers. The theater. The victims."
He twisted her wrist and knocked the knife away.
"You weren't killing people randomly."
Poe watched silently.
"You were recreating a story."
Ranpo continued.
"Specifically Poe's 'The Raven.'"
The woman froze.
"The victims were people connected to the original manuscript."
Poe's eyes widened.
"But..."
Ranpo pointed toward the stage.
"The chair."
Then the curtains.
Then the ceiling.
"The blood."
Finally, he pointed at the woman.
"And you."
Her mask cracked.
Ranpo smiled.
"You're not the murderer."
Poe blinked.
"What?"
Ranpo turned.
"You're the final victim."
The lights suddenly went out.
A gunshot echoed through the theater.
"RANPO!"
Poe lunged forward.
Something struck him.
He fell.
"POE!"
Ranpo ran toward him.
A shadow moved behind the curtains.
Ranpo's expression became cold.
Very cold.
"You made one mistake."
The figure stopped.
"You assumed Poe was the important piece."
Ranpo stood over Poe.
"You should've known better."
He smiled.
"I'm the
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Bahltightttt
Bahlrighttttttt
Pain
I went to the bathroom with a stomach ache and once I closed the door and looked in, there was him. Mr Bæst. He was arrested for creeping in the bathrooms last month, and I’m surprised he still worked there. There was poo on the wall and he was painting a big picture of a god eating his son. Then I saw a guy cutting his finger open to put in a glass heart and he told me it was a “blood promise”.
Last week my teacher couldn’t accept my request to go to the bathroom and let’s say my pants were wet. 10/10 would recommend.
I hate this app -thesmegmamagician
Last week my teacher couldn’t accept my request to go to the bathroom and let’s say my pants were wet. 10/10 would recommend.
I hate this app -thesmegmamagician
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Jeremy supporter
Alex was known as the psycho in the hallway. He and Tim are surrounded by enemies, which made him rage
Tim:gentleman gentleman! Lets be civil abt this! Lets make a deal! You all surrender and u dont die! How does that sound!?
James: HAHAH! And how do u intend to kill us?
Tim:oh no I cant kill u, but my buddy can! say hi buddy!
Alex emerges from the dark holding his black scythe with red patterns on it, he had a skull face mask on as he glares his red eyes with his black skull pupils. Suddenly he charges at James but stops.
Alex: J-James this isn’t you!
James: I-I’ve always liked you Alex
Alex : W-wait really? I-I forgive you!
All of Alex’s army comes back to life. (William, Luke, Jonah, and Charlie all return shining like the sun)
Alex: W-wow all my friends are back!
Everyone is smiling
William: Dinner at my place!
Everyone: Hell yeah!
Alex: Welp…I can feel a tune coming. LUKE HIT IT!
Luke: *starts rapping to hip hop and busts out some Mexican street dancing*
Charlie: *quietly taps foot in corner*
Alex: Oh get in here, goofball!
Charlie: Ah, what the heck? What have I got to loose? *starts break dancing*
Everyone: Together we are…Hallway pass!
Everyone all start doing a choreographed dance and Alex, James, and Tim emerge holding hands.
Alex turns to the invisible camera
Alex: Remember kids, everything is possible with the power of friends, and Hall pass’s!
Alex leaps into the air out of camera and Landon’s rap cuts out to a cut scene of the math classroom down the hall.
NEXT EPISODE: something dark is leering. It’s not a bird..not a plane..it’s not even Mr evil..it’s…
JEREMY
Tim:gentleman gentleman! Lets be civil abt this! Lets make a deal! You all surrender and u dont die! How does that sound!?
James: HAHAH! And how do u intend to kill us?
Tim:oh no I cant kill u, but my buddy can! say hi buddy!
Alex emerges from the dark holding his black scythe with red patterns on it, he had a skull face mask on as he glares his red eyes with his black skull pupils. Suddenly he charges at James but stops.
Alex: J-James this isn’t you!
James: I-I’ve always liked you Alex
Alex : W-wait really? I-I forgive you!
All of Alex’s army comes back to life. (William, Luke, Jonah, and Charlie all return shining like the sun)
Alex: W-wow all my friends are back!
Everyone is smiling
William: Dinner at my place!
Everyone: Hell yeah!
Alex: Welp…I can feel a tune coming. LUKE HIT IT!
Luke: *starts rapping to hip hop and busts out some Mexican street dancing*
Charlie: *quietly taps foot in corner*
Alex: Oh get in here, goofball!
Charlie: Ah, what the heck? What have I got to loose? *starts break dancing*
Everyone: Together we are…Hallway pass!
Everyone all start doing a choreographed dance and Alex, James, and Tim emerge holding hands.
Alex turns to the invisible camera
Alex: Remember kids, everything is possible with the power of friends, and Hall pass’s!
Alex leaps into the air out of camera and Landon’s rap cuts out to a cut scene of the math classroom down the hall.
NEXT EPISODE: something dark is leering. It’s not a bird..not a plane..it’s not even Mr evil..it’s…
JEREMY
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I was hungy
I wanted to go eat in da Tolet room. But teacher said I had to learned. ☹️☹️☹️
Me piss
I piss in my seat Cuzz teacher no let me go
unreasonable
only five passes a day and some teachers take you phones and what if for young girls have that time of the month
School
some teachers take phones how am i supposed to use the restroom if i don’t have my phone to leave a pass….
Skibidi toilet
I made a pass to go to the bathroom cause I had to go really bad. I went to the bathroom in 4th period I knew for a fact no one was gonna be in the bathroom so I was happy I could use the restroom in piece. As I slowly walked in the bathroom in got really cold. I went to the bathroom and as I waited for the automatic flush to flush suddenly a creature came out the toilet and started singing SKIBIDI DOP DOP DOP DOP DOP DOP SKIBIDI DOP DOP DEEP DEEP! I ran out the bathroom in horror turns out the creature was SKIBIDI TOILET!!
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when you gotta go YOU GOTTA GO
The app apparently believes bodily functions operate on a calendar invite. I was expected to calmly wait for approval, however every second felt like a dramatic countdown, ultimately being pure dismal. When the pass finally came through, I had approximately no time left to make it down the hall, and the consequences were so mortifying that I now bring an empty zaxby's takeout box to school every day to have my own port-a-potty instead of relying on this pitiful bit of technology.
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Count your days securly
Securly Pass: The app nobody asked for, yet somehow everyone has to suffer through.
I just wanted to go to the bathroom, not apply for a visa. Why do I need an ELECTRONIC HALL PASS to walk 30 feet down a hallway? 😭
The app acts like I’m trying to escape the country when I’m literally just trying to use the restroom. “Request denied.” BRO I HAVE A BLADDER 😭
0/10 experience. Would give 0 stars if the app didn’t require a pass for that too.
I just wanted to go to the bathroom, not apply for a visa. Why do I need an ELECTRONIC HALL PASS to walk 30 feet down a hallway? 😭
The app acts like I’m trying to escape the country when I’m literally just trying to use the restroom. “Request denied.” BRO I HAVE A BLADDER 😭
0/10 experience. Would give 0 stars if the app didn’t require a pass for that too.
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not good
The great betrayal
A Memoir of One Person, One Bathroom, and an Unreasonable Amount of Diarrhea
Prologue: The Warning
It began innocently.
There was no thunder. No earthquake. No ominous choir of angels.
There was only me, sitting peacefully, unaware that my digestive system had already drafted its declaration of war.
Looking back, there were signs.
A strange rumble.
A brief moment of intestinal uncertainty.
The unmistakable feeling that something inside me had made a decision without consulting the rest of my body.
I ignored it.
That was my first mistake.
Chapter One: The First Wave
At 10:17 a.m., I felt the urge.
At 10:18, I understood the seriousness of the situation.
At 10:19, I was no longer a civilian.
I moved toward the bathroom with the determination of a person who knew exactly what was at stake. Every step became a negotiation between hope and catastrophe.
I reached the toilet.
I sat down.
And then—
BOOM.
What followed cannot adequately be described as a bowel movement.
It was an event.
A phenomenon.
A hostile takeover.
My intestines, apparently dissatisfied with their previous management, had decided to liquidate the entire operation.
I stared forward in silence.
I had questions.
Mostly: Why?
Chapter Two: There Is No Victory, Only Intermission
Surely that was it.
Surely the body had emptied its reserves and peace would soon return.
I was wrong.
Ten minutes later, my stomach growled again.
Not a normal growl.
This was the sound of distant artillery.
I stood completely still.
The room seemed to shrink.
My instincts took over.
I returned to the bathroom.
Round two began.
By the third trip, I had stopped pretending this was temporary.
By the fourth, I had established a routine.
By the fifth, I had developed a complicated emotional relationship with the toilet.
It was always there.
It never judged me.
It simply waited.
Chapter Three: The Long Night
Time lost meaning.
Morning became afternoon.
Afternoon became evening.
At some point, I looked at the clock and realized I had spent an unreasonable portion of my day within ten feet of the same porcelain throne.
I began measuring time in bathroom visits.
I began measuring hydration in sips.
I began questioning every food decision I had ever made.
Was it the leftovers?
Was it the sauce?
Was it something I ate three days ago?
Was this revenge for every time I said, “I’m sure that’s still good”?
I would never know.
The only certainty was that my digestive tract had become my greatest enemy.
Chapter Four: The Final Battle
Then, at last, came silence.
I waited.
Nothing.
I waited longer.
Still nothing.
I cautiously stood.
The world did not end.
I walked away.
I returned to my room like a survivor returning from war.
I drank some water.
I looked out the window.
The sun was shining.
Birds were singing.
Somewhere, people were living normal lives.
They had no idea what I had endured.
But I knew.
I had seen the abyss.
And the abyss had diarrhea.
Epilogue: Never Again
I emerged from the experience a changed person.
I no longer take a peaceful stomach for granted.
I respect bathrooms.
I respect hydration.
I respect leftovers.
Most importantly, I respect the warning rumble.
Because sometimes, your body whispers.
Sometimes, it growls.
And sometimes, it gives you exactly three seconds to make peace with your god before destroying your afternoon.
This is my story.
This was my battle.
And, against all odds—
I survived.
Prologue: The Warning
It began innocently.
There was no thunder. No earthquake. No ominous choir of angels.
There was only me, sitting peacefully, unaware that my digestive system had already drafted its declaration of war.
Looking back, there were signs.
A strange rumble.
A brief moment of intestinal uncertainty.
The unmistakable feeling that something inside me had made a decision without consulting the rest of my body.
I ignored it.
That was my first mistake.
Chapter One: The First Wave
At 10:17 a.m., I felt the urge.
At 10:18, I understood the seriousness of the situation.
At 10:19, I was no longer a civilian.
I moved toward the bathroom with the determination of a person who knew exactly what was at stake. Every step became a negotiation between hope and catastrophe.
I reached the toilet.
I sat down.
And then—
BOOM.
What followed cannot adequately be described as a bowel movement.
It was an event.
A phenomenon.
A hostile takeover.
My intestines, apparently dissatisfied with their previous management, had decided to liquidate the entire operation.
I stared forward in silence.
I had questions.
Mostly: Why?
Chapter Two: There Is No Victory, Only Intermission
Surely that was it.
Surely the body had emptied its reserves and peace would soon return.
I was wrong.
Ten minutes later, my stomach growled again.
Not a normal growl.
This was the sound of distant artillery.
I stood completely still.
The room seemed to shrink.
My instincts took over.
I returned to the bathroom.
Round two began.
By the third trip, I had stopped pretending this was temporary.
By the fourth, I had established a routine.
By the fifth, I had developed a complicated emotional relationship with the toilet.
It was always there.
It never judged me.
It simply waited.
Chapter Three: The Long Night
Time lost meaning.
Morning became afternoon.
Afternoon became evening.
At some point, I looked at the clock and realized I had spent an unreasonable portion of my day within ten feet of the same porcelain throne.
I began measuring time in bathroom visits.
I began measuring hydration in sips.
I began questioning every food decision I had ever made.
Was it the leftovers?
Was it the sauce?
Was it something I ate three days ago?
Was this revenge for every time I said, “I’m sure that’s still good”?
I would never know.
The only certainty was that my digestive tract had become my greatest enemy.
Chapter Four: The Final Battle
Then, at last, came silence.
I waited.
Nothing.
I waited longer.
Still nothing.
I cautiously stood.
The world did not end.
I walked away.
I returned to my room like a survivor returning from war.
I drank some water.
I looked out the window.
The sun was shining.
Birds were singing.
Somewhere, people were living normal lives.
They had no idea what I had endured.
But I knew.
I had seen the abyss.
And the abyss had diarrhea.
Epilogue: Never Again
I emerged from the experience a changed person.
I no longer take a peaceful stomach for granted.
I respect bathrooms.
I respect hydration.
I respect leftovers.
Most importantly, I respect the warning rumble.
Because sometimes, your body whispers.
Sometimes, it growls.
And sometimes, it gives you exactly three seconds to make peace with your god before destroying your afternoon.
This is my story.
This was my battle.
And, against all odds—
I survived.
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Review
I had to make a pass to go pee and I came back in like 8 minutes THEN it shows I’m still in the restroom even after TWO WHOLE HOURS and my teacher can’t stop the pass
i don’t like it cuz of school
#banschool
Don’t
This app sucks
