Sometimes, I wish I had a twin

A twin who would be my shoulder to cry on as I let out all my tears I held in class after being bullied by so-called friends and classmates.

A twin who would cheer on me as I enter the stage, in hopes of qualifying for the drama club.

A twin who would laugh at my lame jokes, knowing deep inside my jokes don't make any sense but because she wants me to be happy she'll laugh aloud with me.

Having a twin would have made me feel prouder and more relaxed. Her being my roommate at home and in the dorm, her being my makeup buddy, partner in crime, other half and favorite person - it would've been the best part of my childhood.

But I don't have a twin to help me at my worst, a twin who will stand up for me. I don't have any friends. I've got no one. I'm all alone in this world.

Without anyone.

Without someone.

I'm with no one.