It kills me

When I used to be a little girl I was really sad, because I was always alone. My parents didn’t want to spent time with me. They didn’t talk to me, they didn’t teach me anything. They used to beat me, shout on me and insult me. My aunt did the same thing. All my schoolmates hated me and didn’t want to play with me. They were laughing at me and they liked to call me names. It was really embarrassing and because of that I begin to hate people. I just don’t know what does it mean to be important to someone and it really kills me.