It is a toilet, guys. A toilet. I can survive the books. I can just chalk it up to one of my parents quirks even though it makes many rooms in our house unlivable/barely livable.

But this is a sanitation issue. You cannot flush the toilet in our house without using the plunger. I hate that. I feel like that's basically like wiping e-coli ALLL over the floor in our bathroom and the toilet.

I can't afford to get a plumber. 1) Because I have to save up for grad school because my parents aren't sure how much they'll be able to help with that so it will be up to me to afford it. 2) Any time I offer to pay for something, my mom says "no" save up for yourself. She is a really lovely and generous women.

My parents are awesome.

But I need the toilet fixed.

Y'all make good points on that it is their house. Okay. But isn't there like a health code thing? I don't know! The toilet part is just really bothersome! I can't have ppl over. When I do, they have a look of shock/dismay/and wtf when I tell them they can't flush it.

My social life is just barely there considering I moved away from friends I had made in the city I used to live in/they couldn't handle my emotions... they got scared when they realized I had depression.

I want my parents to realize they don't have to live like this. They could do or be anything they want to be! And I feel like they're just settling now. Maybe it's my twenty-something frame of mind. But... I still think that it doesn't matter if you get old - you can still do things!

Arg. I don't think I'm explaining myself very well. sigh.