I went to my 20th on Saturday. Those people made me remember why I wanted to kill myself in high school! Out of 120 people,4 remembered me. I remembered at least 3 quarters of them. It was a room full of pompous people pretending to be happy to see one another when you could tell they couldn't care less. Everyone sat stiff in their chairs like they had sticks up their butts! A few eventually got up to mingle. I spoke with 4 ladies that were really nice to me,2 of which were my remember-ers! Overall,it was a mistake to go. Now I see why all the cool people skipped it!
Answer by justanotherjen at 5:00 PM on Aug. 23, 2010
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Answer by Aasiyah at 5:04 PM on Aug. 23, 2010
I went to my 10th and 20th. I had a great time both times. I loved hearing what people did with their lives, see who 'made it' and who wasted time. I danced with my friends, had a good meal, and giggled.
Some times you have to make your own fun. You cant go through life expecting others to make you happy. Who cares if people didnt remember you. You need focus on the 4 who were nice and you go forward from there.
People dont want to hang around those that focus on the negitive.
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