What's wrong with me

Abyss for words, trying to explain how I feel. Either I'm told I should've get over it or to not bother them. Why should I repeat when it's not going in their thick-skulled brain that I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask my past to be so grievous that it desecrated my mental health. I was weared and teared so destructively I imploded and yet I held on to the small fragments of my self and endeavored to mend. Eventually I started to not be depressed any more since I ate the most of it away but still I couldn't control my mind, the way I thought. Still I think everyone hates me. Nobody wants me to Be here. Such a ugly living creature on this planet, better of dead. I am constantly felt like I'm unwanted, a burden. Like every other I do have friends too but when they don't reply to me as fast as I reply, I must had done something wrong. Are we even friends any more? I'm such a bad friend. It's easy to crack me up, they call me cry baby but idfc...