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Two days ago was Amy's birthday. She lived on my floor freshman year, and we will me rooming together next year. I love the girl to death, but we have virtually nothing in common other than we get along well...we are very different. I got together with that group of girls because Amy was turning 21 at midnight. At midnight Ashley gave her a sentimental photo album full of maybe 100+ pictures. And I was only in it twice I am never there. Then they invited me to dinner. It was Amy and her parents, Taryn and her parents, Ashley and her family, and me. I'm a wheel. I felt so uncomfortable that i talked everyones ears off.
I can't explain that defense mechanism, but I'll say its genetic.
I can't explain that defense mechanism, but I'll say its genetic.