But I was a lonely creature, and although I would have been very happy to have a friend I just never happened to meet one.

I had a certain talent for friendship, but I never had any friends, either because they never appeared, or because the friendship I had imagined was a mistake made by my dreams. I always lived an isolated life, which became more and more isolated the more I came to know myself.

Lack of friends means, stranger in one's own country.

I am an unfortunate and deserted creature, I look around and I have no relation or friend upon earth. These amiable people to whom I go have never seen me and know little of me. I am full of fears, for if I fail there, I am an outcast in the world forever.

I had no friends who would call upon me and break the monotony of my daily existence.

I have no friends even though I am cool.

The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.

Lonely children often have imaginary playmates but I was never lonely; rather, I was solitary, and wanted no company at all other than books and movies, and my own imagination.

So now I am alone in the world, with no brother, neighbour or friend, nor any company left me but my own.

Still never had any friends because I hate everyone for they were so phony.

I was a loner as a child. I had an imaginary friend - I didn't bother with him.

I avoided my own friends and acquaintances, yet the loneliness of my existence was insupportable.

I didn’t have any friends. I didn’t know any kids besides my cousins. I wasn’t a lonely kid — I was good at being alone. I’d read books, play with the toy that I had, make up imaginary worlds. I lived inside my head. I still live inside my head. To this day you can leave me alone for hours and I’m perfectly happy entertaining myself. I have to remember to be with people.

I have no close friends, that is, no friends.