Novel & Cerita Quotes On Not Fitting In

“That’s not uncommon.” “I know,” I said quickly. “It’s just.. you taught me confidence and how to carry myself gracefully, even when I didn’t have an inkling of what I was doing. And I try so hard, Mrs Hart, but I can’t fit in. Be comfortable. I feel like I don’t belong among the elites. I’ve never belonged.”

“What are you afraid of love?” “I’m afraid that I don’t belong here. That, I’m not good enough.” I suddenly didn’t know what to do with myself, and all the things Nikki had said that night came back to haunt me. I think she may have been right; I don’t fit in here. It was a tremendous letdown, but it was best that I knew that now before I let myself believe in the dream and got sucked in.

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And even worse, he was friends with Brooklyn, and that meant I got to see him almost everywhere. And each time he told me, “You need to cut down on sugar” or, “People like you don’t rush to class. People will think it’s a stampede.” I felt like screaming, pulling my hair out, and maybe performing surgery on myself so I could get out of this body. “Why don’t you say something?” Brooklyn casually suggested at the dining table one morning. “I mean, maybe he’d stop if you say something back.” Her words had stuck with me all day, and I thought about it. But what could I possibly say to the one guy who made girls at school swoon?

I gently shook my head at the thought and started leaving. As soon as I arrived in class, I noticed the noisy room. Most of them are conversing loudly with their friends and I can see they’re enjoying what they are doing. I pouted when they suddenly glared at me and stopped chatting when I walked passed them to go in my seat. They abruptly go back to what they’re doing when I settled on my chair. They hate me that much. Most of them are busy with the chit chats while I am just here, sitting all alone. I breathed a sigh and looked outside and just watched how the apple fell on the ground. Ever since I almost fell from that cliff, I never tried to make any friends anymore. The scar on my hand

“I’m not your enemy. In fact, I’d like to be your friend.” Hazel blinked, her brows knitting together. “Why would you want to be friends with me?” “Why not?” I replied. “You’re not as bad as they say, Hazel. I used to think that you wer hostile but now, I know I was thinking wrongly. People just need to give you a chance like I did. And I’d like to show them they’re wrong about you.” Her eyes widened. “You’re not joking?” “No, I’m not,” I replied. “I’ve been where you are now. I can relate to how it feels to not fit in here. But you don’t have to deal with this on your own.”

She had no color there. Facing her pallid reflection in the mirror, she was forced to admit that she was lying to herself. It wasn’t just physically that she had never fit in. And if she couldn’t find a niche in a school without a staggering five thousand people, what were her chances here then. The truth was that she did not relate well to people of her age. Even her mother, who was closer to her than anybody on the planet, was never in harmony with her, never on exactly the same page. Sometimes she wondered if she saw the same things through her eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in her brain. But that didn’t matter. All that mattered was th

And as I smiled up at him, I knew that I would never trade this feeling for anything. I thought about all the times I'd tried to change who I was, to fit in with the crowd. I'd tried to be more like the other girls, to dress like them, to talk like them. But it had never worked. I'd always stuck out, always been the odd one out.

All told, when she walked out of the mall, her wallet was significantly lighter, and she really didn’t have nearly as many products in her bags as one might think for having spent almost $300, but what she did have was pretty spectacular. Her friends had made some purchases of their own, but they all agreed that they were not likely to try and fit in with Beth’s new friends again. All three of them had been unbelievably uncomfortable standing on the outskirts of the conversation, trying to fit in. “That’s just not who we are,” Andi had said with a shrug. “I mean, if it’s important for you to fit in with those guys so that you can get Sammy’s attention, then we will totally support you, but w

“Honestly? I’m not crazy about it.” This caused him to turn his head and steal a glance at me. A line formed between his brows. “Why is that?” “I’ve never felt as though I fit in at that school,” I confessed. “Most of the other students seem to speak with these unfamiliar terms and have this weird mentality to stay within social groups. Like small packs.” Killian’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “Do you, yourself, feel different from them?” he asked with a serious note of caution.