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Being a Rent-A-Friend and how it freeking feels

I think I'm a pretty good friend. I'm there when people are hurting and I talk to them when they need it. I bring them places, we hang out, eat icecream, go to movies, walmart, whatever. I'm there whenever they need comfort.

When I have a problem, no one is there for me. Am I that bad of a friend that so many people take complete advantage of me but they dont even ******** care when I need them?

Last night I tried to help a friend in need and she crushed me, laughing about how worried I was. Like it was a ******** game. My best friend of 5 years hasn't been here for me and when I asked him why he said he's been out with his other friends. And why do I need him? My dog died last sunday, my fiance called from basic training and i got to talk to him for 30seconds before the phone cut out, and I lost my two tortoises. All in the same day and since then the little ******** hasn't even talked to me unless he wants to tell me what he stole from walmart or what he got on iTunes. Thats some friend.

I should just open a buisness. Call it Rent-a-Friend. "You dont want all the strings of listening to them, but you want to rant to someone? Then this is the product for you! For just $0.30 an hour, you can rant to her and she'll take it, thinking that when she has a problem, you'll be there!"

Sometimes, I think I'll just crawl in a hole and die. I think I might just leave all my so-called friends behind when I go to college. Just live with Derek and Derek alone. It seems he's the only one who's there when I have a problem.