I'm the helper friend. I'm with my friends through their ups and downs. I give them reasons to live when they think of ending everything, be a listener when they want to vent. Sometimes I'm jealous. They got me, while here I am, releasing my feelings to a website I found 5 minute ago. I don't even know why. I always end up being the selfish, bad guy when I try to reach out for help from my family. And after hearing all the things my friends are going through, mine just feel so irrelevant.