My mistake with insect cousin

Hello, I do not know where to say and what to write to you, but this memory that I am writing to you is not an honor for me at all, and now I realize that I am writing, but to learn from others, I want to write to you so that someone may read this post from some elections. Give up her life, or at least those who do not repeat my mistakes. I am a very emotional and very simple person, and before these events, I did not even think about having sex with a girl. I had an aunt who was very upset because the servant of God had been married since the age of 13 and had divorced, but I did not understand why she was separated from her husband, but I think because the lady could not make up with someone for the same, I did not see her until about 2 years ago. When he left, he opened the door to our house and Da'em tried to get closer to me in some way. He would take Pashoo off his feet or kiss my lips. He was looking at me, not only with me, but with all my cousins, and he had told me that he had given them a few times, and I knew he had a boyfriend, until one night he came to our house and stayed and came to my room again, as usual. He brought it close to my foot. At that moment, I ran to the sea and kissed him and rubbed his chest. We put it together like this on his pants. Most of the time, I went to another girl and became friends with another person, and after a few appointments, I told her to give me a picture of her, and she gave me her underwear. For a long time, our blood came and I was taking a strange girl for the first time. I remember her well. The first time our blood came, I could not control myself at all. Then he came to eat me, kissed my back, kissed me a few more times, and we got along little by little at that time. I got used to it and all this happened at the same time as the final exams of the third year and I did not study there at all and my grade point average was 17, but it was good to study at least one, but from the third year onwards, that is, summer, you do not want me anymore. My behavior at that time makes me laugh. I was really crazy. I resorted to any means. I even went at the insistence of one of my friends. I got a spell to come back, but I was wrong again. I always did not study anything. I was a middle school student and I was studying in a model school. All these stories came to me so that I could come to my senses and understand what talent and purpose I have. I am writing a memoir and of course the last time he wrote it