When I arrived, at first a lot of people were like, 'This kid is different.'
I was the girl who didn’t get invited to parties.
Being a black sheep is a way I would describe myself.
I don't feel comfortable as an insider.
I was... the loser of my class. I had absolutely no friends.
I grew up in a segregated community: I couldn't go to the public schools, beaches, certain parts of town.
Sometimes you feel sad to be left out of a big debate.
Did you ever feel like the whole world was going to a party and your invitation got lost in the mail?
And when we are with Alex, I might as well not be there. They speak in a language of whispers and giggles and secrets; their words are like a fairy-tale tangle of thorns, which place a wall between us.
I am now considered such a monster, that I hesitate to darken with my shadow, the doors of those I love, lest I should bring upon them misfortune.
I do know what it's like to be an outsider.
This is the thing they don't tell you about being a third wheel - it's not like you're the wheel that's added on. You were one of the original two wheels, but suddenly you're not so important anymore. The relationship drives fine without you.
Every where I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded.
We are kind of one step removed, not really in the center of things.
We're not quite mainstage material. We're more like outhouse material!
I was the kid who was too geeky for the other kids.
Everyone has been an outcast at one point in their life.
She had heard someone say something about an Independent Labour Party, and was furious that she had not been asked.
I was a sidelines child: never class president, never team captain, never the one with the most valentines in my box.
I'm the black sheep.
I'm on the very blackest part of the black list.
While I'm frustrated at the amount I'm expected to take on in the present, the 1950s woman was frustrated by being excluded - not being allowed to take things on at all.
I grew up a misfit. I never fit in.
Sometimes it's tough as a supporting character: you are on the sidelines, and you don't get to be there for most of the fun stuff. You are hearing about all the great stuff that is going on, but you never get to be a part of it.
I feel like the red-headed stepchild of Young Money.
