unstable

Intro

It was a sunny day, or as sunny as Vancouver gets during the winter, and I was most definitely not ready for the next school year. I graduated grade 10 last year and since my school ends in April, I've had 4 months to cry and complain about how bad my life is. Not to be cliche or anything but time passes when you're depressed, or at least half depressed. I'm bipolar, which basically means I'm an unstable teenager x2. Scratch that, x10.

If you can imagine the normal sad sappy teenager who's unstable and get a lot of mood swings, I've got the short end of the stick when it comes to mental health. If being bipolar wasn't enough, I develop eating disorders when I'm severely depressed or severely manic. That's how my dad's can tell if im really not doing great. I just won't eat. And let me remind you, I'm not bragging about how bad my life is or how my life is so awful compared to everybody else. I get that I'm not the worst of the worst but it sure as hell feels like it.

Oh and if I haven't mentioned yet, my parents are gay. I have 2 incredible dads and a mother who's still alive but I just don't see her very often. Rumour has it she discovered my dad was gay and cheating on her with a guy and simply got up and left without saying goodbye. I wouldn't remember, I was three. I'm also aware of my privileges, being an upper class white female. My dad Erik (original dad) works in the film industry. He's an A class actor and I've actually gotten to know some really cool celebrities when I get to see his work. Whenever I tell people my last name the first thing they ask is if I'm related to Erik Donover. It gets a bit annoying sometimes but I get it. My other dad Jeremiah works in finance and none of them look stereotypically gay, in fact they both look extremely straight.  I'm not saying straight or gay people look the same but going off of the standards these days you wouldn't have guessed.

my computer falling off the ledge of my desk brought me out of my thoughts as I hurried over and reached my arm out to grab it only for the tips of my fingertips to catch it just in time. I sighed as I talked to myself, which I do often, "god I'm clumsy why does dad trust me with all these expensive things". I stuffed the computer and charger into my prada backpack that honestly didn't even look designer it was a plain colour of black with a few words on it. I looked up to see my notebook and pencil case on my desk and reached out to grab that too.

After packing my bag, I checked my makeup again in my vanity mirror inside my bathe room right beside the normal sink and mirror. I retouched some powder because I hated the fact I had dewy skin,

I just wanted to be matte all the time.

I looked at myself in the normal mirror to make sure I didn't have a tit out with the shirt I was wearing. I had a really pretty black corset on and blue baggy jeans with the Dior and Jordan shoes. I had put a headband on and a grey zip up from Zara I walked out of my bathroom and snatched my backpack on my way to my bedroom door.

I walked through my unnecessarily long hallway and spotted my maid Theresa putting laundry in the washing machine. "have a great first day of grade 11 brandy!" I waved goodbye to her and continued my way down the large elegant staircase. I would call my house a more minimalistic modern with warm features.

I heard my parents talking in the kitchen as I entered through the living room since we had an open floor plan and they're conversation died down as I opened the fridge. I glanced at them suspiciously, confused at the way they were looking at me. "What are you wearing?" Jeremiah said looking straight into my eyes, making him quite intimidating even though he was the nicest person I'd ever met. "Oh nothing it's just-
"Yes you're correct you are practically wearing nothing" he said, cutting me off. Dad swatted his arm giving him a deathly glare and spoke through is teeth "she can wear whatever she wants as long as she's comfortable and happy!". Jeremiahs eyes switched to mine as my dad turned around and gestured for me to do a little spin for him. I did as I was told and did a cute little spin in the middle of the kitchen. My dads face lit up all of a sudden as if he remembered something, "Oh hey this reminds me, when does your dance classes start?". That was a Great question, I hadn't even thought about dance yet. "Uhh I can check my computer when I get to school but I'm pretty sure it starts next week?".