Struggling

I guess I have my own way of self-harming. I stop eating. I've been in a funk the past few days and I haven't been eating, and last night I fell into a full blown depression spell. Fantastic. Thing's have been going fine, but I feel alone. Like no one cares. I'm no one's priority. So I do nothing. And I stop eating. I don't mean to, I'm not proud of it, but I also don't care that much. I eat when I have to. I went 48 hours with no food, so I woke up and ate some pineapple slices. 120 calories. It should hold me over for a few hours. I just want to sleep forever. I don't want to talk to people. I don't want to see people. But I have to. I'm at school, not at home. I have obligations I can't miss. I have to keep living life despite what my head wants me to do. And that's how I know it'll be fine. It always is, because I make it that way. I've never let myself fall in so deep I can't keep functioning to some degree. Although I usually fight it. I'm not fighting this time. I just don't care. I can't. I'm so burnt out over the past month, I don't know what to do with myself.