my bad cousin days are here. i remember when i had some mean older cousins and i didn't understand how i was irritating to them but apparently i was enough for them to have no guilt about scarring me. and here i am today. doing the same stuff i promised myself never ever to do to anyone. it's much more difficult to be a goodie than a baddie. it's not difficult. just thought consuming. when something comes out of you it's usually just a slap in the face for the other person. if it takes it's time to brew inside you then it's usually more sugar coated than like a poison dart. alas. i must change my ways. it's one of many [mashAllah] cousin's birthday and i got her the worst thing you can get as a 10 year old. a frame. i did it and i'm not proud.