I have done nothing wrong.

Nah, I am talking to you. The reader. Just lamenting the fact that no matter who you are or what you do, you will die and be forgotten, like you never existed. Of course, the first part about no one loving you applies to me as well, especially since the only real person that I can think of that I have ever felt any attraction to is both a sociopath (at least I think so) and actually said that she doesn't like me on the first day we knew each other. Oh well, it's not like she matters. We will die anyway.