Rants

Why

Why am I like this?
I should be happy. I look around and my life is good. I eat everyday, I have a house, and a family. I even have an education, and five amazing friends.
But I can't help but always want to die.
My life is good. I should be happy.
But I'm not.
Why?
I don't know.
I cry everyday of the smallest things.
I'm happy then I'm sad again.
It's depressing magic.
Music used to be my escape
But now.
Even now that makes me sad.
I'm judged on it.
It's weird
It's loud
And scary
And satanic
"Shouldn't listen to that."
But oh well.
The only thing that made me really happy and really smile doesn't really anymore.
Help me
Please