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Originally Posted by Trilby
There is a woman in a meeting I go to who was Miss Suzy Cheesecake/Head Cheerleader/Miss Popularity and I see her, talk to her and she's really, really NICE and supportive and not a bitch at all (like I thought she was without getting to KNOW her in HS)
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Maybe. Or maybe she
was a bitch in high school, or at least hung out with a crew of backstabbing bitches, and now she regrets not hanging out with the super nice misunderstood girl with the black eyeliner. Her life isn't perfect, I promise. (I mean hell, she's at meetings, right?) You are where you are. It doesn't matter where anyone came from, just go hang out with the nice cheerleader girl some more.