Nothing left

As soon as this thought occured to him he went back to his bedroom and started thinking of all the things he had. The first thing that came to his mind was family. He lived in a full family, but how was the relationship? When he was home lately he'd been camping in his room, doing nothing, and when he went down everything they said to him seemed distant, he'd reply with a monosyllable and just go back to his room, he never had a proper relationship with his parents, so he scratched that. His friends, well he was always there for them, but were they there for him? Only one person knew something was wrong with him, and he had other people to go to anyways. He looked at his own accomplishments, he was good in school, he was a very good musician, yet nothing was adding up, did he really have anything? He tried organising everything on a piece of paper, but the paper remained empty. Empty.