I'm a guy and you're my roommate, who's also a guy.
We've been roommates for 3 years. We've been in a fwb thing for 2 years.
You have pretty bad depression. You've told me before not to worry, but, how can I not? When am surprised everyday that you haven't killed yourself.
I do really care for you.
We spilt all the bills. Though, you barely eat the groceries you help buy. 
Really you are way too thin, but, you seem not to care. 
I try to pretend that everything's normal