When someone kills themselves they aren't really thinking. They don't really realize how many people would miss them. They don't realize how many people care about them. The only things they think about are the terrible things. The words that were spatted at them. The pictures that were posted. The things said whenever their around. These things reflect in their mind, over and over again, like a broken record. They feel like there is no way to escape from it all. They  feel like they can't just avoid a certain person or delete their own account. They worry that it will still go on behind their back. They're not sure who they can trust because even some of their own friends have turned on them or don't seem to care or even notice. They feel like the only exit is death.