It gets to a point when you begin to regret everything you've ever done or said. It gets to a point when you hate yourself truely. It gets to a point where you realize people would be better off without you, because although you may influence people or change how the feel, it'll never be for the good. Unless, of course, they realise they'd be better off without you and leave. It gets to a point when you find you've ruined every good friendship you've ever had and nobody really cares. It gets to a point where you know you were wrong and you hate yourself for it but you can't change or influence the events leading off from it. It gets to a point where things out of your control.

It gets to a point where you truely hate everything you are, and wish nothing more to be selfish and die, just so you can't fuck anything and everything up anymore.