Dear Nobody™,

From the day I was born, I have felt alone. Everyone I've ever met has-or has had-"their person." If you don't know what it means to have "a person," it's basically a best friend; but it is something much deeper than that. I thought I had my person, but the more I got to know them, the more I realized that, in reality, no one truly understands me. And that hurts; it hurts so much. I want to cry and scream, but I can't; because, even if I am no one's person, I am still a sister, a friend, a classmate, and a student. And that is not something you can simply cast aside; sooner or later, all of this will become a burden too heavy to bear.