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WHAT. The girl in my high school class everyone referred to as "Molly, the crazy one", who I spent far too many weekends and nights with because I couldn't stand how no one else would even deign to speak to her, who was indeed crazy and strange and unbelievably socially awkward, is now apparently married.
ETA: She's not even the only person from my class who's married! I don't even have a girlfriend! Clearly no one will ever love me!
Of course, I'd probably be less surprised and more rational if I hadn't just gotten out of six straight hours of classes, which is more time than I spent sleeping last night.
ETA: She's not even the only person from my class who's married! I don't even have a girlfriend! Clearly no one will ever love me!
Of course, I'd probably be less surprised and more rational if I hadn't just gotten out of six straight hours of classes, which is more time than I spent sleeping last night.
