"My Life is Not Perfect"

A/N: This fic is inspired by a similar issue in my life. Thanks in advance for reading.

(1st Person POV- Jazz Fenton)

When I came home that night, I was beaten, broken destroyed. Does everyone look at me like that, with burning jealousy? I know my life may seem perfect on the outside, but can they not see that even I have problems? Or do they not choose to?

As always, to work out my problems, I sit down at my computer and write.

Dear Sam,

I know by now you must think my life is perfect. And it might be, on the surface, which is as far down as you care to look. I have the highest C.A.T. scores in Casper High history, I am the sister of Danny Phantom, I am on an amazing career path to being a psychologist, and I am sought after by jocks .You must hate me for it. As a Goth, I am surprised that you of all people would judge me before knowing me. Even though I don't let on that my life is far from perfect, why do you people assume it is? I know I've dropped hints about some flaws in my life, even though for the most part they are only minor flaws. Yet you laugh in my face and say that that's nothing.

Is it bad for me to be ashamed about the largest problem in my life? I have OCD, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. It is a mental disorder that has ruled my life. Have you ever had to wonder if what you are thinking is really your own thoughts, not a mental disorder? Have you ever spent hours after school making sure everything in your backpack is in the exact right place? The only reason I have perfect grades is because I CANNOT slack off. I HAVE to do my homework as well as possible. I MUST help Danny with his ghost hunting.

I know about your crush on my brother. Everyone does, except him. And everyone knows he likes you back. I am not blinded by my distaste for the way you treat me. I thing you and Danny with be a couple one day, and there is a good chance of you guys getting married after that. But I will always be Danny's sister. You can't hate me and love him.

I wouldn't mind you hating me for a good reason, but you haven't even tried to understand me. I know you are not the only one who judges me like this, but you are the most straightforward one. If you understood me, then you could stand up for me against them.

I'm not trying to sound egocentric. I know you have problems as well. Your parents don't accept you being a Goth. But I understand that you are not defined by your home situation. I hope that, after confiding in you about my OCD, you will do the same.

Please understand.

-Jazz

I sigh and stared at the computer. My mouse hovered over the close window button. I pressed it. When prompted, I decided to quit without saving. Sam and the others will grow up and realize what they think about me is wrong by themselves, without my help. Until then, I wanted to forget this day ever happened.

A/N: Thank you for reading this. Please review with questions about the story. Also, you can PM me anytime about OCD or other mental illnesses.