My life stinks

It stinks BADLY, I tell you.
I have no talent whatsoever. NONE. For NOTHING. Not ART, not SCIENCE. I've spent a great deal of my life looking for something I could be remotely good at, and guess what. There isn't anything!
I have no love. That's right, NO ONE LOVES ME. And I can't love anyone 'cuz my love's no good.
I have no self-esteem. Not the glimmer, of a shadow of self-esteem. That's perhaps the reason why nobody loves me. According to all rules of "dating", "no one will love you if you don't love yourself". So there, that's why I'll be single and lonely 'til I die, 'cuz I can't see how on Earth I could grow self-esteem out of thin air, with no talent and no love.
*tears*
I'm trapped. Trapped in an existance that will always mean misery to me. And the only way out seems to be suicide.
Sod the world, sod men and women, sod everybody who doesn't give my ideas a chance. Sod them ALL who think nothing needs to be changed. Who think I'm the one who's WRONG.

"If a person in a society dies, and no one misses her/him and no one finds out, has that person really died?"

I so wish I was different. Or the WORLD was different.