Diary of an Insecure Teenage Girl

10 Reasons Why I Should Be Glad According To Dr. Martin

Seeing as this whole "diary" thing is being forced upon me, I hope you can be understanding when I say I HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE. And as a matter of fact, I still had no idea what to write when I went back to see Dr. Martin two weeks afterupdate
I was gifted this brilliant hunk of murdered trees and interrogated as to why I had yet to write my first entry.

Sensing my "internal turmoil" at being too insecure to know what to write in a private book, my doctor so graciously guided me into writing a list a reasons "I" should be happy which he then "suggested" turning into my first entry. (I place "I" and "suggested" in quotations because Dr. Martin seemed to magically know what I wanted to say and write before the thought even crossed my mind). I was originally going to dismiss his list when I got home, but then I realized the concept wasn't such a bad idea for a first entry. Especially now that my parents are threatening to lock me in my room until I write in this thing. So, I present to you: 10 Reasons Why I Should Be Glad (Except I'm Never Telling Mr. Martin These Ones).

1. I am glad that I have an older and younger sibling.

Despite both Marcus and Chelsea not understanding the thing I like to refer to as PERSONAL SPACE, and the fact that they seem to have no self control at all, the two of them are good for one thing...getting my mother and father off my back.

There's only so much time my mother can spend harping on me to see if I've taken my meds, or done my homework, or asking about my friend's lives and whos dating who, or quizzing me on manners, or badgering me on whether I wrote in this diary or not, when her oldest child is out doing...naughty...things...with his girlfriend and getting caught (I should mention that these so called naughty things took place in a school bathroom....good going Marcus, real classy). Not that I should be speaking on that issue considering I barely even talk to people of the opposite gender, but still, a SCHOOL BATHROOM!? Even I can come up with better places than that.

On the other side of the spectrum there's Chelsea, who thinks that acting like she's a teenager despite only being twelve is OK. Can't really complain about that attitude considering Dad's yelling talents are better put to use on the daughter who talks back to her parents loud enough for them to hear after they ground her for stealing alcohol. (Not that I don't, but at least I'm smart enough to be quiet. Dad's beer is also disgusting so she suffered a double loss). If I wasn't bipolar I could probably get by in this family without ever being bothered.

Tangent-Did my mother do something bad as a young adult and is being treated with karma? I mean, her children are a little out of whack...although she's the one who dropped her first born son on his head the first time he peed on her (We have it on video, it's comedy gold).

2. I'm glad I only have to visit Dr. Martin every two weeks.

Every. Single. Time. I. Go. For. A. Visit. He. "Sees". That. I'm. Hiding. Some. Depressed. Emotion. That. Doesn't. Exist. Like literally every single time. And the more he bugs me about it, the angrier I get, which causes him to bug more, which causes me to get angrier and have an outburst, which causes him to boast about how he wriggled that hidden emotion out of me. New Flash- It wasn't there until you decided it was a good idea to "draw it out". I swear the only thing he's done for me in the six months I've been going to him is make my bipolarishness (Not a word, don't care) worse and give me this diary. And also he gives my parents a lot of medical bills, but that doesn't pertain to things I'm glad about.

3. I'm glad Meagan Grace Dealman was born (And that she owns a pool).

New York can get hot in the summer. Real hot. Just kidding, the hottest it gets out here is mildly warm, but it's still enough to keep you from wanting to jog outside in the 80 degree weather. Being the great friend she is Meagan suffers through daily runs with me after which we tend to jump in her pool fully dressed. Having what can easily turn into a pool party everyday in the summer (except we don't have enough friends for that) with the added bonus of no parents and siblings? I call that a miracle (and also a reason I should be glad).