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Well, where to start?
I was raised in a lower middle-class family. My parents provided well enough for me and my siblings. However, they do fight when things get a bit rough. My big sister and two young brothers get sent into our rooms when it feels like they're about to really raise their voices and would got about it for quite a bit. I hate seeing and hearing them like that. We, meaning my sibs and I, did our best to make sure tensions are low in the household.
It was going fine. My brothers were acing things at school. My big sis was showing such a good promise of someone who'd change the world for the better. I wasn't exactly a straight-A and didn't give off a strong "good girl" vibe that my big sis has, but I made sure I don't mess up my teenage life.
But then things somewhat spiraled down for me just before finishing college. Let's just say there were some stuff that, looking back at them thoroughly enough, I'm not too proud in doing. I may have strained my relations with my family and a few of my close friends. I partied a bit too much, leading to doing some rather... not-so-decent things. Yes, I know, I should have known better. Really, I should've. But... I... I like it... a lot. I like this wild side of me. One can surmise that I'm addicted to the rush.
However, will I find something in me, like a strong sense of restraint, so I can stop and turn my life around? Or will I be a victim of my own vices? We shall see, shan't we?
