When I was 13 a boy I considered to be my friend told other people that I considered to be my friends, and my twin sister that all I could possibly grow up to be was a prostitute. They refused to tell me what he said, I had to beg my sister to tell me.
When I was 14 one of my friends, in a game of Paranoia, said my name. He flipped the coin and it landed on heads. He told me I was ugly.
Today someone I knew told me that one of my closest friends hates me.
I want to die.