My family is positive with Covid but I'm not. We live in a damn small apartment. 1 toilet no more.
A long story but at the present, I'm locked in this tiny room, not allowed to leave to do anything.
Nothing at all. I understand and perfectly fine with this.
They want to protect me from the virus, I'm very grateful.
But I'm concerned I am going to die because of hunger before the shit attacks me.
Last night my father at 1 a.m saying "I FORGOT TO GIVE YOU dInNeRRRR. But it's too late.
Let's wait for tomorrow I'll give you some soup<3" They did give me soup, at 12 a.m.
They called it "breakfast"? Not even an apology? 23 hours of pain.
They always "accidentally forget" 1 out of 3 meals, sometimes 2.
I have suffered for 6 days, you see, almost got no food for a whole day once.
There's no sight of lunch today btw. I drink water to survive, feel like Robinson.
But you know what sucks more?
I can't go to the toilet!
I'm thankful because I know they do it for my safety.
Thank you sincerely but still.
Can I at least go to the toilet:( I can't handle peeing like this any longer, freaking thing like a can???
No brushing, bathing, cleaning the "thing",…
I had enough, but no one to talk to.
So here I am.
