The Diary of Yet Another Teenage Girl

Preface

I know what you're thinking; another pathetic story about some depressed girl who probably has a form of cancer or her boyfriend has a rare and exotic disease that's killing him.

Well, you're wrong about two things. 1) I don't have cancer, and 2) I don't have a boyfriend so you can put away your tissue box you pulled out. This is not the story of a sad romance.

This story, though, is about me, Emily Conner. I have atypical depression , but I prefer the term 'ill-minded'. See, that way, whenever you tell that to someone, they don't ask questions. They just assume you smoked pot and on your way down from the 'high'.

That's what happened last Thanksgiving, when my obnoxious Aunt Jean and timid Uncle Paul came to my mom's ridiculous annual Thanksgiving dinner party. As always, Aunt Jean bombarded me with questions about my life and how it was going. When the question "so what's new?" hit, I answered with my signature line. Later that night, I overheard Aunt Jean asking my mom if I was on drugs. Mission accomplished.

This story is about my senior year of high school. About my journey to find myself again. This is a story about 17 year old Emily Conner.

P.S. Mom says not to cry. It makes you look like a pussy.