I'm empty

I've been in my bed, sleeping at 4am to get up at 6 for my year 8 lessons, sitting in the corner, ignoring the world. I write this in my bed at exactly 23:46. I'm listening to the bootleg boy, even though his mixtapes make me sad, they feel like my bloodline. Like I'm addicted to my feelings. I don't know if I'm an attention whore. I know a lot of others think I am. I'm asking for help. Any advice? Jeez, to think I'd end up like this. A minor with major issues and no reasons to be. To think. I eat my breakfast thinking of a world without me. That whatever I do, nothing will have an impact. I'll end up working in a dead end job in a smog filled city. Lost in a maze of myself.