Why the fuck am I struggling like this? I’m supposed to be the happy go lucky boy that everyone comes to when they need to talk or when they need to cheer up and I will with dark jokes or just listening. Then there is me, fucked up worthless me. I don’t care about my own happiness anymore. I know my happiness is dead. Because I’m broken I try to fix others. I’ve pulled many all nighters talking people out of suicide, or sneaking out to help a friend with a panic attack. I’m the “big brother” of my band. The one that protects the group and makes them feel safe. I let them fall back on me. Then I have nobody to fall back on. I’m always hurting, I go days without eating or sleeping hoping that I’ll go crazy and die. I haven’t eaten in 3 days as of right now. I can’t bring myself to eat. Why the fuck am I struggling like this?