I feel invisible and worthless. Tried to understand why people don't like me. Waste of time. For once in my life saw the night sky while I was sitting alone on top of office building, and felt glee, while being accompanied by the stars. Then, I looked down and <mod edit methods /details> Luckily, I didn't actually fall. It was a dream. Don't have the courage to kill myself, but at that very moment, I felt happy when dreaming about suicide. I have no friends or family, so it doesn't matter. My death is as insignificant as that of the tiniest ant.