I remember when I actually mattered to people. It was a nice feeling. 

I like how I tell my "best friend" that my grandfather is dying and her only response is "I'm sorry"....No words for consulment. Just "I'm Sorry"

When she was in tears over her grandfather who is dying I was there for her. I didn't just say "I'm sorry". I didn't leave her alone to cry. I was with her. She can't even show me the same respect. 

The only who is there for me now is my mom. My own "best friend" could care less about me.