Yeah I know, everything is my fault. It wasn't my fault that my friend made me feel bad by telling me that I don't care. I cannot stand all these insults that people have said to me. I cried myself to sleep last night. I thought to myself, with all these things that people have called me, how can I be living? Sometimes, I wish I was numb inside then I wouldn't respond to their nastiness. If there is a someone out there looking out for me, please look after me. I'm not perfect and I'm filled with hurt and pain, no wonder I keep messing my friendships up. How can I be perfect as people want me to be when I don't have this true happiness or whatever? I don't feel like eating today so I won't. I don't deserve to eat after my friend's ex have called me fat.