Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Falling In Love or Falling Apart

They say you only write when you are falling in love or falling apart. Recently, I haven't been doing either.

Life, more often that not, is a roller coaster. Hills and mountains. Either something going insanely wrong or wonderfully right. But my life has been like a kiddie ride this past month or so, with no real dips or curves. Meaning nothing major has really happened that's inspired me to write.

Writer's block. No motivation to write. No ideas to share. Nothing to really say.

But in times like these, when I am not writing, I am thinking. So I've been quieter than normal. Just because my mouth is not moving does not mean the same for my thoughts... which isn't so bad. There are times in our lives when we must speak. When we need to tell our story or give advice or participate. And there are times in our lives when we just really need to listen. I think I'm going through a listening phase right now.

I've been telling my story for years. Perhaps I'm just tired of hearing it. I keep repeating the same thing and looking for a different way to tell it. Like I'm hoping for a different ending or something. Like I'm hoping to have learned another lesson somewhere along the way that I won't be able to remember until I mention it aloud. But that isn't the case.

So I've been thinking. And that leads to worrying. And worrying is silly because it's useless. But it's been happening anyway. I've been thinking about graduating and college and my friends in other parts of the country and my past and the mistakes I've made and the mistakes I might be making at this very moment and music and my dreams and more than I could ever write down. Maybe that's part of my writer's block. My thoughts move faster than my hand does and I get frustrated that my muscles can't keep up with what I want to get down in words.

So I'll just keep on listening, I suppose. Maybe I'll learn something cool. Like patience or something else I don't know how to do. Maybe I'll hear someone's story and be motivated to write about it. Until then, I'll stay in my quiet little world.

And this blog post was random and had no point but it is what it is. I guess you're only supposed to write when you're falling in love or falling apart.

-Jordan xx

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Sunday, September 14, 2014

WHEN

I wrote this for my creative writing class and decided to share it on here. Our assignment was to write about our names. So here it goes.

                When I was born, “Jordan” stood for beauty.  The beauty of a newborn.  The beauty of hope for a new life.  The possibilities are endless for someone whose life had only begun moments ago.  This baby might’ve been all kinds of things.  Perhaps Jordan would be a movie star; an engineer; a professional athlete; a designer.  Maybe Jordan would end up having bright blue eyes like her mom and gorgeous, wavy locks of hair that were as dark as midnight.  But after I was taken home from the hospital, no one thought of those things.  Because “Jordan” had a new meaning.  This Jordan that they brought home would scream and fuss and be annoying.  Between changing endless diapers and feedings in the middle of the night, there was no time to think of beauty.
                When I started school, “Jordan” meant shy and terrified.  I would cry and scream when my mother left me.  I hated strangers.  I wasn’t good with new people.  The teachers shushed me and promised a day of fun activities and learning.  Eventually, I would calm down.  Except for this one time when I actually made myself so sick from crying that I threw up.  The principal of my preschool called my   mom and sent me home.  I continued to be this intimidated, scared girl throughout kindergarten as well.  I refused to even smile for pictures.  Mrs. Mosher sent my report card home with 3s and 4s and a comment that said: “Jordan is one of the smartest students in my class.  I’ve just never seen her smile.”
                When I got to middle school, “Jordan” meant intelligent and friendly.   Just not friendly enough to be friends with the popular kids.  I worked hard and got all A’s all three years because that was the only way I knew to make my parents proud.  When I wasn’t acing my classes, I was doing my best to weasel my way into the popular crowd.  I changed my style of clothes and began to talk more.  I stopped hiding behind books and graphic tees and found myself dating one of the football players.
                When two and a half years had passed, “Jordan” meant depressed and lonely and breakdowns every five minutes.  The football player left and his friends were mean.  I dropped by school once a week to grab my work.  I stayed home where the words and perfectly manicured hands could not reach me.  This Jordan could also be known as pathetically hopeful.  Little did she know that just because you date someone for 2 and a half years does not mean they are your soulmate or that you belong together.
                When it was January of 2013, “Jordan” meant hope.  Hope for new adventures; hope that life would be better; hope that I could get away from a specific person in my family.  It was in the middle of my sophomore year that I moved with my mom and sister to Washington- 2,371 miles from my hometown of Waterford, Michigan.   I started at a school that had five buildings and sixteen portables.  There was an entire building dedicated to fine arts and two dedicated to sports.  The other buildings were several stories and long hallways filled with opportunities.  2,000 shiny new people wandered the school.  I kept my head down and waited for someone to say hi.
                It is now within the first month of my senior year and “Jordan” has a definition that has never been heard before.  Now, my name radiates bravery.  It waves to people in the hallway and holds doors open for strangers.  “Jordan” is a story of courage and kindness.  My name is strong enough to get up every morning to go to school and it compliments people who seem to be having a rough day.  “Jordan” is the name of someone who did not quit and is going to survive and go to school thousands of miles away from here and is going to be happy and write a lot and play guitar and sing about how love doesn’t always work out but it’s okay because everything happens for a reason.  “Jordan” is the motivational speeches I give and the anonymous accounts I have online to stop suicide.  It is the older sister protecting the younger.

It is the story of change; of beauty, and intelligence, friendliness, hope, and bravery.   “Jordan” is the story of a girl who had the world figured out by age ten but still believed that it could be a wonderful place.  And although every website says the definition of my name is “to descend” or “to flow down” like the river that runs between the countries of Jordan and Israel, I disagree.  My name means a whole lot more than to be like a river.  My name is a story.  A story that isn’t over just quite yet.


-Jordan xx

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Sunday, July 6, 2014

Be Brave

You know how sometimes you read a book or watch a movie and it really impacts the way you think? Divergent was like that for me. If you don't know anything about it, Divergent is a sci-fi in which a society has 5 factions. Each faction puts one specific character trait over everything else.

The Erudite admire intelligence.
Abnegation - selflessness.
Amity - peacefulness.
Candor - honesty.
Dauntless - bravery.

So, with me being an obsessed fan an all- I've of course taken plenty of quizzes to see which faction I belong to and I can happily tell you that I'm Dauntless.

The topic of this blog is so random. Like, who even cares about Divergent? But I had a dream about it last night and it got me thinking.


I grew up being anything but brave. Thankfully, things have changed.



It is brave to hang out with people you haven't before.
(They just might end up being awesome & there's a huge possibility that you'll form a group with
the 7 of you.)



It's brave to jump of docks into freezing water.
(You might regret not doing it, so just jump.)


It is brave to not worry about heights.
(Seeing the world from a new point of view is a good thing.)

It is brave to be adventurous.
(You just might end up finding something cool like a waterfall.)

It is brave to be social even if you don't want to.
(Surprisingly, you might end up laughing a lot.)

It is brave to make last-minute trips.
(Live life spontaneously. It's more fun that way.)


It's brave to travel by yourself to do things you love.
(You'll never regret doing something wonderful for yourself.)

It's brave to make friends everywhere you go.
(Even on YouTube.)

It's brave to stand up for what you believe in.
(Even if lots of people disagree.)


It's brave to grow as a person in small ways. Large leaps begin with small steps.
(Like when you were 5 and refused to smile in front of a camera, but now are taking senior pictures.)


It's brave to perform your talents in front of people even if you aren't prepared.
(It just might make someone smile.)

It's brave to finally accomplish something you've wanted to do since you were a kid.
(Like play with sparklers.)


It's brave to try new things.
(Like skateboarding. You just might love it.)


YOU MISS OUT ON SO MUCH WHEN YOU'RE SHY. 

BE CONFIDENT.

IT IS BRAVE TO LOVE YOURSELF AND SPEAK UP AND BE OUTGOING.

BE BRAVE. 

(You won't regret it.)

-Jordan xx

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P.S. All of these photos were taken during summer vacation 2014.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

It's A Good Life

Like every other teenage girl in the world, I saw The Fault in Our Stars last weekend. (Twice.) Of course, I've also read the book several times; yet, I still cried as though I didn't expect what the ending would be. 

I won't spoil anything for those of you who have not seen or read TFIOS yet, by the way. I'm just going to talk about a wonderful quote from it that inspired me to write this blog. :)




TFIOS is possibly even more quotable than Mean Girls or Elf. The author of the brilliant novel, John Green, is one of the most talented writers I've ever been introduced to. (Plus, he's a YouTuber so that automatically makes him awesome.) The book is about two teenagers named Hazel Grace Lancaster and Augustus Waters. Both of these main characters suffer/suffered from types of cancer. The story is all about their struggles and how they fall in love.

There is one quote amongst all the others, though, that I noticed when watching the movie. It's not a big quote. I'm not sure if a lot of people even really took notice to it. 

Augustus says it when he and Hazel Grace are at a park one day. Cancer, in this part of the story, is causing some serious issues and Gus just looks at her and says: "It's a good life, Hazel Grace."

Like I said, it's not a big, long quote. Just a few words, in fact. But I've been repeating them in my head now for almost a week and this is why: If a teenage boy who is dealing with cancer and all that comes along with it including loss of limbs and not being able to function properly can say that life is good... Well, I think that's incredible. 

I've talked about struggles that I've gone through and I know that you've been through hard things too. Everyone goes through tough battles. But I've just been thinking that this boy- although (unfortunately) fictional- and this quote he says. Yes, things happen. Bad, terrible things. But life has some pretty cool things too.

For one thing, I don't have cancer. I also have a really comfy bed and a TV in my room. I own 2 guitars, a ukulele, a keyboard, and, although it's not a good one, I do own a laptop. I live in a place where trees are like skyscrapers and the ocean is only minutes away. I get to see the sun set behind the mountains every night. It is so easy for me to just spend the day in a cool place like the University of Washington or Seattle. I've gotten to travel the world. I've been lucky enough to visit Japan, Mexico, Scotland & England, France, Germany,  and Canada. I've traveled through Michigan, Ohio, Massachusetts, Florida, Oregon, California, Kentucky, Indiana and Washington. I've seen glimpses of the world and it's beautiful.

I have friends that I can text any time. I have a wonderful dance team. I'm involved in an awesome youth group. I've seen an unbelievable amount of people in concert. I get to see One Direction, 5 Seconds of Summer, and Ed Sheeran all within a 5 day timespan this August. I get to have my senior pictures taken by the best photographer in the Seattle area in July. 

I have the opportunity to go out-of-state or out-of-country for college. That's amazing. I'm going to get to see even more of the world! The places I could go are endless. 

So yes, I've been through some really awful stuff that kids shouldn't have to deal with. But what are you gonna do? Although that stuff happened, some really cool things happened too.

After 11:15 tomorrow, I will be considered a senior. I have one year left in Washington before I take off on new adventures. This is my last year of high school. I plan to make the most of it.

It's a good life.

-Jordan xx

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Sunday, May 11, 2014

Out Of Place

It seems so weird to stand in a room with lots of people and feel really alone.

Last January, I moved to Washington. Since I've been here for over a year, you'd think that I'd stop considering myself to be "the new girl" still. But there's so much that happened before I got here that I missed out on. All of these people went to elementary and middle school together. They have stories of birthday parties and inside jokes about old teachers. These people I go to school with have had some opportunities that I haven't. And although almost everyone at my school is kind and welcoming, there are still moments when I feel out of place.

I've been really struggling with lots of things for awhile now and have therefore become just as antisocial as I used to be, taking a hundred steps backwards. I can't tell you the last time I asked a friend to hang out instead of staying home by myself. And having this social anxiety doesn't mean I hate people because I don't. I love people. It's just that the idea of going out sounds a lot less fantastic than just staying home and writing.

For the past couple of weeks I helped out with makeup for a musical. We all know I adore doing makeup, but forcing myself to show up to this musical several times a week was sort of out of my comfort zone even though I hardly did anything. 

I think maybe the reason I feel so awkward around everyone is because I feel as though I've just invaded everyone's lives. Like, nobody asked me to move to Kamiak. Nobody asked me to eat lunch in his/her space. Nobody asked for me to try and be his/her friend. Yet here I am, in everyone's way.

The reason I'm writing this blog now and not a few months ago is because last night, I was social. I went to a party that the entire musical cast was invited to. The crew, techies, pit and directors were there as well. Before getting in the car to go the party, I had half a mind to just walk home, but my friends convinced me that nothing bad would happen and I'd regret not going. 

Even though one of the directors invited me to the party, I cannot even begin to describe how out of place I felt. I walked into that house with shaking hands and a racing heart. I was just waiting for someone to ask me to leave. I looked at a few of my friends and just kept saying "I don't belong here." 

And I know this all seems silly. Going to a party with not only a bunch of your friends but with awesome teachers shouldn't be such a big deal. But for whatever reason, I just couldn't seem to handle it. If it hadn't been for my one friend who asked people to make room for me where we were all sitting, I think my anxiety would have made me leave and walk home.

Sometimes I wonder if I can still do this. It can be really exhausting being this anxious all the time. Most days, I have an internal battle with myself before even heading to where I sit for lunch because I'm afraid people don't want me there but are too kind to say so. 

Sometimes I wonder if I should've done homeschooling. 

Sometimes I feel like I might explode.

Everyone here is so nice, but I don't fit in. 

And of course I don't want anyone to read this and think that giving into your disorder is okay because I know it isn't. And I'd like to be a role model for people who are struggling. Maybe I'm just going through a rough patch and need to blog it out.

It's just a constant war inside my mind and I can't tell which part of me is winning and which is losing.

-Jordan xx

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Friday, April 25, 2014

The "Right" Way to Do Things

Before I begin, this blog might have some ideas that disagree with your own; however, I firmly believe that if you can't tolerate opinions that are different from yours, then the Internet is not the place for you. :)

The "Right" Way to Do Things

Normality
I have a million and two thoughts racing through my head right now, but I think I'm going to start this blog off by talking about a book. And it might seem silly at first but I promise there's a point to talking about this book. The book I'm going to mention here is "Paper Towns" by John Green. I know you're probably rolling your eyes, but you know, sometimes I drift away from the normal genres that I tend to read and find myself reading books that all teenage girls are reading. (AKA: anything by John Green.)

In "Paper Towns," a girl named Margo mentions that the rules for capitalization are incredibly unfair to the words in the center of a sentence and are not a proper noun. I think I agree with her. Why don't We Type like This? Because there are rules. And rules are normality. And we're all so used to normality that when we begin to detach from it, we find that we are uncomfortable.

In life, there seems to be a "right" way to go about all things. There's an order, you see. And if anyone does something out of order, it's considered wrong, such as pregnancy before marriage. But there could be a perfectly good explanation as to why the people who conceived the child aren't married. Maybe they just don't want to be married. Why isn't that answer good enough?

Because, you see, people are dying to graduate high school.
And dying to move out.
And dying to go to college.
And dying to find a partner.
And dying to have kids.
And dying to find a good job to send their kids through the same cycle.
And dying to retire.

And, it's just that I'm wondering when I'll get the chance to live.

To be perfectly honest, I don't see the point of staying in high school other than I won't be able to get into college without graduating. And that doesn't make much sense, does it? Because I don't exactly do much at school. I only have 2 real classes out of the 6 that I attend.

And I have no interest in staying in-state for college. There is so much of the world that I have yet to see. Staying in one place for too long feels suffocating. I want to explore.

I want to have a job that I like. I don't want a desk job. I refuse to ever have one. I'd like a job where I can travel or talk to people or find new things. I want to help people or write or do something that'll matter.

And maybe I'll have a husband and kids. And maybe I won't. But I know that no boy is going to follow me around the world and a few years ago, that thought would've terrified me, but I've learned so much about myself and I've realized that I'll be okay exploring the world on my own.

My mind just doesn't grasp the concept of having a small life. I want to do things. I really dislike routine and that's all life is right now. It's the same routine every day: Wake up; go to my classes; come home; do homework; sleep; repeat. No part of this lifestyle is interesting to me.

Stop Being Judgmental
Another thing that I've come to discover is that humans are awfully judgmental. And I don't want to be that way. I now realize that each person has a story and that they matter. How cool is that? Each person you meet has been though amazing things and heartbreaking things and they've seen parts of the world that you haven't. So why on earth would you judge the way someone acts or dresses or talks?

Try asking questions. I have a tattoo and I love it when people ask me what it means because the meaning behind it is huge. The tattoo is on the back of my neck and says "Redemp†ion". I got it because I love my God and my religion is what helped me get through some really horrific times in my life.

Redemption means to restore worth or value. Didn't I do that when I decided not to quit on life?

If you don't understand the way someone dresses or the way they do their hair or why they prefer a different sexuality or religion than you do, just ask. Questions are okay. Being judgmental is not.

Do What Makes You Happy
Too often in life, people do things to please others. Please don't do that.

I see kids go to the college of their dad's choice.
Or play the sport their mom loved.
Or go somewhere they didn't want to go because their friend asked them to.

Stop it. It's your life. Make your own decisions. Make decisions that will make you happy even if it's out of the ordinary.

Take a gap year if you please. Go into fashion design instead of marine biology. Find a lame apartment in a cool city and sit on the streets and talk to people who pass by.

You only have so long on this planet and you can't spend your time worrying about whether your decisions won't be "right" enough to please society.

I'm not sure what will happen to me or the rest of my life. But I do know that whatever choices I make, I will choose for me because only I know what truly makes me happy. And I know that's something we can all agree on: happiness is the real prize in this life.

-Jordan xx

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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

What I Would've Missed Out On

Blogging is often very on-the-surface kind of conversation. I, however, have never been one to talk about the weather. I don't care about what you had for lunch last week or what gossip you heard from your great-aunt's sister's friend who lives around the world.

I'm much more fascinated by hearing about your story. I want to know where you grew up and what your family was like. Tell me about the sports you played as a kid and who your first celebrity crush was. I'd like to know what your favorite meal is so that I can cook it for your birthday. Tell me about who broke your heart and the stories behind each scar.

With that being said, I'm going to jump into a subject that I often talk about, but others may not. I've just kind of learned that by sharing my personal experiences -successes and failures; strengths and weaknesses- I might help another person. And that'd be really cool. So, in hopes that I might help one person by writing this blog... well, I'm going to write this blog.

What I Would've Missed Out On

When I was 12, an acquaintance committed suicide. I say "acquaintance" instead of "friend" because that is what we were. It's that way with living people- saying "acquaintance" if we're acquaintances and "friend" if we're friends and so I think talking about those who've passed should be the same way. I feel like saying we were friends would be disrespectful- as if I were to be looking for pity. But I'm not. This is just where this blog's story begins.

I had a rough childhood. I lived with an alcoholic and grew up with verbal abuse. I hated my body from the second I started 2nd grade at age 7. Even back then, I preferred to be alone. I isolated myself when I wasn't at school.

And so when this acquaintance killed himself, the idea of suicide seeped into my skin like poison. It was all I could think about. If I was in science class, I'd finish the notes and just sit there, staring into space, and plan how I could do it. I thought of the ways to say goodbye in a letter. For awhile, I thought I should only write one letter but then I decided to write one letter to each important person in my life. Then maybe I'd just write a generic goodbye on Facebook?

I thought about who would attend my funeral. There were girls at my school who did not like me. I wondered if they'd pretend to be sad to get attention or if they'd smile and be glad I was gone. I thought of the people who might want to give speeches. I wondered if anyone would recite an important memory. I wondered if I'd be able to watch my funeral.

I wondered if I'd be allowed into Heaven or if the sin was too great to go anywhere besides hell.

But let me remind you of something: I was twelve.

If I had done it- if I'd have  killed myself- I would've missed out on so much. Just thinking about how it could've all ended with the gun in the basement... It really messes with my head.

Let me walk you through some of the awesome things that have happened to me since age 12.
  • In 8th grade, a middle school in the district closed and so a ton of new students arrived at my school. I became best friends with an awesome girl for two years. We don't talk now, but that's okay. It was a good friendship while I lasted. She shaped me into who I am today. I am no longer afraid and outspoken. And I never told her thank you for that, but... If you're reading this (and you know who you are) thank you.
  • Towards the end of 7th grade, I dated a boy. We dated for 2 and a half years. We're no good for each other now and we might never talk again but I'm okay. I learned a lot. And now I know what I want in future relationships. Plus, it was the best experience having a best friend like that for a couple years.
  • I was on several volleyball teams and at that time, I loved it. I remember just thoroughly enjoying myself and being content on the court with teammates I could count on.
  • I spent a year with the best therapist in the world. I mean, she was phenomenal. And that's an experience that'll benefit me forever.
  • I did outpatient twice at a hospital for my depression and anxiety and, although I hated it at the time, I am thankful for it now because it was a place where I could be myself and I learned a lot about myself there.
  • My mom got a job in Washington and so we moved here.
  • I now go to the best school ever. And, no, I do not love school. I don't like waking up at 6 nor am I in love with the way American school systems are run; however, if I had the option of choosing any school in the world because I had to go to school, it would be this one.
  • I created an anonymous Twitter account and found a place to share my poetry and feelings. It's really quite a cool concept. It's a nice escape when I need it.
  • I found an awesome youth group that accepts me for who I am... even on my bad days.
  • I've grown closer with my little sister which is quite the improvement considering we used to not be able to be in the same room without screaming at each other.
  • I've made some unbelievable friends here in Washington. These are friends that always have my back. These are the friends that know to not believe me when I say I'm fine. These are the friends that, unlike previous friends, will not turn on me or try to beat me down. These are real, genuine friends.
  • I traveled across Europe with my cousin/best friend. I spent my 16th birthday in the castle that inspired Cinderella's. I stood in a red telephone booth near Big Ben. I ate dinner in Paris. I visited Harry Potter studios. I was at Hogwarts. I was in the Great Hall. I traveled across Europe, you guys.
  • I read some amazing books. I watched some awesome movies. I can't imagine my life without "Harry Potter" or "Divergent" or "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" or "Frozen," considering I watch one of them every day and am constantly rereading the books (besides "Frozen," of course, which is not a book).
  • I visited Forks, WA, which is where "Twilight" takes place, of course, last year for spring break. I also went to La Push and saw people surfing in the ocean for the first time in real life.
  • I became a manager for my school's dance team and had the privilege of working with them and doing their makeup all year. I watched them give it their all at state and I'd never been so proud.
  • I received a video made by the captains of the dance team. The video was of people around school and girls from the team saying amazing things about me. To this day, I cannot believe that people took the time out of their day to do that for me. No gift will ever measure up to that video.
  • I got a tattoo that says "Redemption" and I think you'll get why once you've read the entire blog post.
  • I went to homecoming and tolo (girls-ask-guys) with wonderful people and actually had fun.
  • I created YouTube channels and learned so much about beauty and made friends all over the world because of it.
  • I've seen so many artists in concert and each experience was phenomenal because I think the idea of being in a huge room with hundreds/thousands of people that love the same thing you do is amazing.
  • I've seen nature and I've seen cities and I've realized that Earth is so beautiful.


As I said before, I have no use for on-the-surface conversation. This implies that I have no use for lying; therefore, I will not lie and say I am cured and happy and carefree. Life is hard and I'm usually quite sad and suicide is a thought that  has not strayed from my mind for 4 years now. I've written countless suicide notes and all of them are still in my closet because I'm not sure if I want to get rid of them.

But looking back and reliving the good times gives me hope.

If you're suicidal, there are a few things that help me during my really bad moments.
  • Go for a walk. I know it might sound stupid, but the exercise relieves anxiety. If you're into photography, then you should find things to take pictures of on your walk, even if it's just with your phone!
  • Write. Write, write, write.
  • Text a friend. Again, it might seem silly, but you'd be surprised how much some people can relate.
  • Vent online. I do it on that anonymous Twitter account I mentioned and on Tumblr. It works for me.
  • Rip paper. My therapist I mentioned used to tear up phone books with me and it got out a lot of anger. It's being destructive without causing anyone harm.
This isn't a bad life. It's just a rough patch, I hope. I think that maybe I'll get through it and if I do, I'll be able to look back and be proud of myself.

If you're like me, I'm so proud of you for sticking around. I think it is so brave of you to continue life when you want to die because I know how hard it is.

And so if you're depressed or suicidal or just sad, I am proud of you for getting up today. And if you got out of bed, good for you. If you didn't, that's okay too. Your health - physical and mental - comes before anything, including work, school and everything else. The most important thing is keeping you alive.

And if I would've killed myself at 12, I would've missed out on all of this. I would've missed out on watching my family grow up and moving to Washington and meeting the friends I now have. I would've missed out on my first love and my youth group and seeing so many parts of the world.

There are days when I do not want to get out of bed, yes; but never think that I regret my choice. Because I chose life. And I'm trying to keep choosing it. It's a daily battle. But I've made it this far and I think that's pretty cool.

-Jordan xx

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