Being a Twin
I don’t hate my sister, I just hate the things that come with being a twin. I hate how people call me her name—even my parents do it sometimes. I hate how if we wear, for example, something similar but not the exact thing, everybody thinks we planned it, when actually we didn’t even discuss it. I hate how people don’t classify me as an individual. I’m my own person, not her. I hate how if she does something, everybody expects me to do it or like it.