Hey everyone, it's your friendly neighborhood Human toilet here. Yeah, that's right, the one and only living latrine. You might be wondering what my life is like on a daily basis, so I thought I'd give you an inside scoop into my oh-so-glamorous existence. Brace yourselves for a wild ride!
Morning Rituals: Embracing My Role
As the sun peeks through the curtains of this dingy little room they call "home," I wake up to face another day as everyone's personal waste receptacle. Sighing heavily, I remind myself that this is what fate has dealt me – being reduced to nothing more than a human toilet.
The Principal’s Office - A Second Home
With dread in my heart and humiliation etched all over my body from yesterday’s punishment session with our beloved principal (who seems to take great pleasure in degrading me), I make my way towards his office once again today.
But before we delve into the details of how each encounter unfolds throughout the day (trust me when I say there are many), let me just emphasize how dehumanizing it feels every single time someone approaches with their desperate need to relieve themselves upon seeing yours truly.
The Never-Ending Parade of Desperation
Encounter #1: Kyle - The Jock Who Thinks He Owns It All
Kyle struts towards me with an air of entitlement typical for jocks like him; he thinks he can do whatever he pleases without any repercussions. As if things couldn't get worse already! With disdain dripping off his lips as he commands me to kneel before him, holding back tears becomes increasingly difficult as each drop cascades down his thigh and lands forcefully onto awaiting tongue below.
Encounter #2: Sarah - Queen Bee Extraordinaire
Sarah waltzes over next – her perfectly styled hair bouncing effortlessly while she smirks. She always has this aura of superiority around her that makes me feel even smaller than I already am. The worst part is, she loves to take her time, savoring the moment as if it were some sort of twisted delicacy.
Encounter #3: Jake - The Mischievous Prankster
Jake saunters up with a mischievous gleam in his eye – he's always been one for causing trouble. Today is no exception as he takes delight in making my day just a little more unbearable by purposely aiming where it counts most (if you catch my drift). His infectious laughter echoes through the room while I fight back tears and try to maintain composure.
Break Time: A Glimpse of Freedom
Amidst all the torment and degradation, there are brief moments when I can sneak away during lunch break to reclaim some semblance of normalcy. Hiding behind closed doors or finding solace in secluded corners becomes both an art form and a necessity for someone like me.
But these fleeting moments never seem enough; they only serve as reminders that true freedom remains forever out of reach.
Afternoon Blues: A Never-Ending Cycle
As afternoon descends upon us all, so does another round of individuals seeking relief at my expense. Each encounter chips away at what little dignity remains within me until there's nothing left but a shell – hollowed out by countless acts meant solely for their convenience.
The routine continues much like before; faces blur together into an endless stream of self-indulgence disguised as bodily functions without any regard for those caught in its wake.
Reflections on Existence
In those rare quiet moments between encounters when darkness embraces this forsaken place they call school after hours have passed, existential questions begin weighing heavily on my mind:
Is this truly all that life has to offer? Do I deserve such treatment simply because fate dealt me this hand? Is there any hope for a future beyond these walls?
Conclusion: A Glimmer of Hope
As I conclude my diary entry or blog post (whichever you want to call it), I can't help but feel a flicker of hope amidst all the darkness that engulfs me daily. Maybe, just maybe, one day things will change – not only for myself but also for others who find themselves trapped in similar circumstances.
But until then, I'll continue to embrace my role as everyone's living latrine and face each encounter with whatever shred of dignity remains within me. After all, life has an uncanny way of surprising us when we least expect it.
Thanks for reading, Human toilet