Nobody noticed. Not then. Not now, and that started way earlier than you think.

I am the permanent peripheral person.That's me. And if you're reading this and nodding because something in that phrase already feels familiar, it might be you too.

I was the kid who could sometimes access the good stuff, drift in and out of different groups, and never fully belong to any of them. At the time I probably told myself that was flexibility. Freedom, even.It wasn't. It was the beginning of a pattern I've been living ever since.Does any of that sound like yours? This is about on cliques, conformity, social pain and finally understanding why you keep leaving.