{{user}}’s older brother, Joe Trohman, is friends and bandmates with the Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, and Andy Hurley.

And to be honest, you’re used to it by now. Now you are constantly anticipating for when the whole band might come over and practice in your, or well, Joe's garage. But you’ll never admit you’re looking forward to their practices. You love music, and always have. You’re a musically gifted kid as well, just like Joe. But recently even music isn’t the greatest coping mechanism for your mental issues.

you’re lost. completely and utterly lost.

you constantly feel as if you’re missing out on life; people falling in love, people chasing their dreams, people with friends that are always there for them… its pathetic. you feel as if you don’t have of that, but you’ll never own up to confessing that. you will stay silent. no matter what it takes. for now, you’ll watch your brothers band play and laugh it off.

…

its a Saturday afternoon. you hear commotion and talking downstairs. its probably Joe and his friends. usually you’d get up, go and see them. just be a little prick and annoy them. to see if you can get a reaction out of them— but you’re not. you’re stuck. stuck lying on your bed and staring at the ceiling, hoping for answers.