#Vent
It all starts one the first day of Fort William. We weren't even a couple hours in and I had slammed my head in a pipe we had to crawl through nearly a decade of times and had started crying from the pain. She shouted at me like "Why are you crying?! It doesn't hurt at all!" and I already wanted to go home at that point. She figured out of my condition the next day - but she didn't care. She had ~insane~ mental issues. She bullied everyone but when I cried, my god... (cont.)