One of these days I'm going to live up to the looks and thoughts of my family. The funny part is..between the two 'kids' (me and my cousin) I'm the good one. With as much as I've done, I've at least known *who* I've done it with. I don't drink (much) and I don't do drugs (I've tried a few, but thankfully never got a habit)....I know who my sexual partners are, and how many I've had (I think, but my memory is shit, so if I miss one or two..). I've never nearly killed myself because of drinking all night the night before and crashing my car. Yet....*I'm* the one they look at as if I need to be locked up in some mental ward or something. *I'm* the one with the bad image...and the word "slut" on everyone's tongue. *sigh*
They wonder why I never tell them anything....