Last Saturday night, I went out with my cousin and two of her friends. Later on, her, shall we say - fling, came over bringing another friend. That was one hell of a Saturday night I'll never do again - though it was sumkindasortof fun. But I'm going nowhere if I do that too often, hell maybe.
Not-so-loved-and-taken-care-of cousin has been bugging me for a while now that we go out and party. I know she means well. She's my only cousin in my mother side who actually reaches out to me. One reason might be because we're of the same age but we have a totally. different. personality. Things which don't run in the blood. Drinking, smoking, partying, not to mention the f word, is just her kind of FUN, but definitely maybe not mine - or not anymore. Not that I'm coming clean or something, I have to admit I willingly did those things before, but I am supposed to be done on that phase of my teenage days and I am striving to become better.
