Search Results: when people become successful

I am alone and never had a girlfriend. I feel I will be alone for the remainder of my life because I will not find a woman who has never had a first love and has never had any previous romantic bond with a guy. I don't back down on my standards and cannot get over a woman's past.

I hate people now. I hate seeing young couples. I feel like I am a below average person among other people who I feel are just numbers.

I have no incredible talents to make up for my lack of other attributes.

I have become a hermit who hates life and people. Sometimes I wish everyone else was dead around me (except my immediate family who I love dearly).

I hate seeing other friends around me get married and have serious relationships while I remain alone for life.

My sister is more successful than I am, and I feel like the disappointing child

I am mediocre at everything I touch.

I am on disability, still live at home, and feel like a fucking loser.

I don't want to be left here on this earth one day when my parents get old and pass away.

I just rather die a young age.

Before I start with the actual problem:
- Friends and me started to play a game.
- We thought it was fun, then realized it is not. (Illegal, brutal, etc.)
- We decided to stop playing it but signed a paper where there is more text now saying we can't leave.
- We, 24 people, tried to leave and were successful but they were hunting us.
- They got Cedric, tortured and tried to brain-wash him.
- Now it seems he became a paranoid schizophrenic (or it may was "triggered").

Today he was at my place. Everything was fine until I got a call at like 11 pm. I thought it was a joke but when I picked up the phone a bodyless husky male voice said "You can't hide. We will find you."
I know it was a dumb idea but I knew there was a phone cell on the other side of the street and I had a suspicion so I went there. Cedric didn't want to and kept watching me from the windows.
I discovered it wasn't put back but hanged and moved around. Also I felt watched. And when I was back and told him I felt being watched he would tell me that he needed to use my toilete.

What do you think?