How would you feel if somebody who you hated hanging out with, and you were always desperately trying to avoid, went and hung themselves?

The only people I can think of who I hate being around are very negative, judgemental, gossiping, bigoted types. There has to be some responsibility for what you put out into the world. If nobody wants to be around you, it's time for some self exploration. Some people just will not help themselves, I refuse to beat myself up about that.