I can’t fix the things I’ve broken, and I don’t know how to deal with that fact. I just want to die, so I don’t have to feel that way anymore. I can’t handle knowing that there are people in this world that hate me, no matter how I apologize, even though I didn’t really do anything so bad. Just being myself made them hate me. I want to die. I just wish I’d get killed by someone else. I don’t want to have to do it. They’re all still friends, and I’m left alone. The knife twists further and further.