Since the day my twin died, the other kids became gullible to befriend me.
I'm having a hard time not to accept them easily.
My twin is not the friendly type, unlike me, but everyone wants to befriend her and I'm not.
I am insecure of her so I killed the both of us.
I pushed her from our rooftop then I killed myself next.
The next day, I am not in my usual goofy chummy self.
I need to remind myself that 'me is dead and I am her', so everyone would like to befriend me. I'm so brilliant!