The Less Than Secret Thoughts of Tzion M. D.

Entry 3 - 9/1

Today is September 1, 20XX
On my last visit with my therapist, when she suggested that I start this journal, she also said, "If you choose to do this, it should be a release of all aspects of your life, and not solely a rant journal."
I sincerely hope this does not become a rant journal.

On that note, I believe I have a continuation of the 'bad' from last entry.
To review, I am afraid of being robbed of my work and I don't trust very many people. On that note, I only ask people who are really close to me to read my works. Problem is, they don't want to (in general). They each have their reasons, good or not...and all understandable.

My sibling, Kelly, doesn't want to read anymore because it's not finished and she doesn't want to be left hanging if I don't finish it. This is understandable because Kelly read the beginning of a story I wrote in high school, but I never finished it because...I lost most of it. I had handwritten it, and the notebook went missing. I got the very beginning typed up, and the most recent parts that I had written (those were held in a different place).

My mother, Ma (actually her name is Jamie), won't read it because she honestly doesn't have time to. If she isn't holding Girl Scout meetings, hosting her Facebook pages, or working on her own authored/published works, then she is sleeping or eating. I'm proud of her, and I love her, so I don't blame her.

My other sibling, Phoebe, doesn't want to read it. She says she does, but she'd rather be doing something else. She is the rebellious baby of the family. Rebel is practically her middle name. That's fine, too. I love her to bits, and I understand that she has other interests. Maybe she'll read it if I ever get it published...

Some of this actually turned into a 'good' so I will leave it there today.

Tzion