This morning, I woke up from a nightmare. In my dream, I was all alone, no support, no friends and no family. For 25 years I did absolutely nothing and my life was pathetic and a waste. In the end, I had zero confidence as I watched others go about their lives smoothly minding their own business as usual and having all love, warmth and comfort from close people. And, here I was, a nobody, an invisible man. Even after my suicide, there was no funeral, and nobody bothered or cared to look down at my dead body. They all passed by as If I had never existed. I thought about this for a while, and realized how this nightmare is pretty much my life thus far. I need help, I have been feeling horrible inside for years. I haven't had a day where I was happy.