For the first time.

I am at a loss for words. This is not a good feeling. I need help. I need help getting rid of writer's block. I need help picking a college. I need help keeping my sanity, for crying out loud. What is up with me these last few days? Its like everything was fantastic and great and i was getting over everything and now suddenly.. Crash. And burn. Into nothing. I mean what the hell, yall? I feel like everyone is out to get me. Everything is pissing me off. I hate this feeling.
For once I need some words of wisdom. For once.. I need some help.
I just don't know what to do anymore.


Your fellow gal,
Jules

March 14th!

March 14 is not a special day. I just didn't know what else to name this post and I realized that I have been silent for quite some time. What should I talk about? Hmm? I have not a clue. Let me think.

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I've got it! Today, I shall write about keeping in touch with old friends from different states. It is not a hard thing to do these days, what with Facebook and smart phones, etc. It is easy to just log on to Facebook and type a quick message to someone who lives across the country from you. Not to mention texting. Omg, I am a textaholic. Ha, ha. Anyway, keeping in touch with people is great. But something to keep in mind is that you shouldn't let "keeping in touch" keep you from making new friends in your new town or city. You can't know if you are ever going to see those people again, even though you hope you might. Just know that you have to move on, you can't keep holding on to something you may never get back.
You know, in hindsight, I really wish I had listened to my parents when they told me all this. I had to learn the hard way. I kept holding on to people in Texas and Georgia and even though I asked my parents over and over to let me go visit them, they wouldn't let me. But what made me finally realize that I can't keep hanging on was when my mom said I could go to Georgia for a few days, but when the time came to buy a ticket and plan the trip, my dad changed his mind. And so did my mom. I was devastated. I layed on my bed, blasted the loudest music I had on my iPod, and I cried my eyes out. I was so angry at them, but as I lay there and think about it, the less irritated I was with them and the more irritated I was with myself. I was irritated because I was doing exactly what they had always advised me not to do. I had become attached and I could not let go. See my point? It causes everyone grief. You, your parents, the people who want to be friends with you, but can't because you can't let go of what you won't get back.
Let me explain that I am not saying you won't ever go back. I go back to Louisiana all the time, but because I have family there. That's a different situation. Maybe someday your parents will give in, or you will have enough of your own money to get you where you want to go. But if you know deep down, as I did, that that will never be the case, take my advice and let it go. Wishful thinking only hurts worse when you find that what you wish will not come true. Sure, it is great when wishes come true, but sometimes deep down we know that some (ahem expensive) dreams won't come true, maybe until later in life.
But, if you do know that once a year, or maybe twice, you will be able to go back to your hometown and see the people you love, just ignore me and my incessant rambling. ;)


Jules <3

Here is something I struggled with.

When I moved to Georgia.  When I moved to Michigan.  And even to this day.  I struggled with letting my guard down and letting people get to know me.  Know why?  I was afraid that I would have to leave them.  I was afraid I would hear the word "relocation" and have to up and move again.  So I just stopped trying.  

Bad idea.

Here's what happens:  You look like a stuck up bitchhhh.  A goody goody.  Obnoxious, and full of yourself.  I know, because I had someone tell me so.  She is now one of my best friends.  We were walking down the hallway one day.  And we were talking about how we got to know each other.  She said that when she met me in Chemistry class, she thought I was exactly what I described above.  I thought the same about her, but, after more conversation, we realized that we were doing the same exact thing.  We were avoiding making new friends.  And that is how we became best friends.  

Now she has enlisted in the Navy and is leaving next fall.  I am saddened, but I am so glad that I let my guard down and she and I became friends, because she has been such a great friend and she helped me overcome a lot this year.  

When I moved to Georgia, I had some trouble with this whole "making friends" thing, but I finally got the hang of it and made some great friends.  But two years after that, I moved to Michigan.  I had even more trouble.  But I managed.  Michigan is a whole 'nother story...

Here are some suggestions if you are having issues with making new friends:  Talk to people.  Join in classroom conversations.  Be sociable.  Go to school functions (sports events, dances, etc.).  Make random comments to people.  Give compliments.  Do something to get the other students to notice you.  If they notice you, then there will be some who will want to get to know you.  

And that's all I've got for tonight. 

Jules =]

Hello fellow Teenagers!

My name is Jules.  I am seventeen.  I currently live in Michigan.  I love music.  And books.  And writing.  As a teenager who has been through a whole heck of a lot, I know how stressful life can be.  I know what it feels like to think that you just can't handle it anymore.
I am here to help.  The stories that I could post could be of help to you in many ways.  They could: make you laugh, give you advice in the form of a moral, or make you feel ten times better about your own stressful times.  These are just a few things.
Let me give you an idea of what I can help you with:

• Over the years, I have attended two elementary schools, three middle schools, and three high schools.  I am pretty much an expert on all things New Student.  
• When I was in fourth grade, my house, with all of my family's possessions, burned to the ground.  
• I have this thing called P.C.O.S. (Exclusive to girls.  Guys, I unfortunately cannot help you with any health-related problems).  P.C.O.S. is a condition that requires me to have a strict, no-carb diet and a strict exercise regime.  More on that later.
• This next thing is really hard for me to admit.  It took me six months to even get up the nerve to tell my own parents about this.  And after that, I tried to downplay it by saying that I would feel better when I got used to this new school.  Okay.  Enough rambling.  Here goes.  A few months ago, my doctor diagnosed me with clinical depression.  There.  I said it.  Now, if I leave it there and finish typing this post without erasing it, that will be a feat.  Anyone who thinks they are dealing with this, you are not alone.  Talk to me.  Or your parents.  Or an adult that you can trust.  We all can help.

These are just a few things.  

Now.  This blog will be written, as stated above, about the trials of my childhood and teenage years.  If you have any of these similar problems that you think you need help figuring out, I can help.  I understand if you are the type of person who hates asking for help.  I am that type of person.  I hate admitting defeat.  I understand if you are, and I encourage you to try not to do what I did the last few years.  I was a hermit; I avoided making friends and I stayed in my own little world most of the time.  I did this because I had a hard time dealing with the things going on in my life and I didn't want anyone to feel sorry for me.  Everyone has their own problems, I used to think, and why should I unload my own problems on them?  But it helps to talk to someone.  Really, it does.  Even if it's someone who can't talk back.  But, there are people who can, like your parents, like a counselor.  They can help.

In conclusion (I like to talk, can you tell?), I am putting myself and all my problems out here on the World Wide Web to be of assistance to someone who would like to get advice on (or just talk about) all things stressful in your teenage years.  This can be done anonymously, or not.  Send me a message.  Email me.  Facebook me.  If you need help, I am here.  

You fellow gal,

Jules