I'm the billy no mates reject every year and it hurts every time. Hell I turned 30 this year and nobody except my parents knew. Told them to not even bother.
I'm the most disposable friend ever it seems. Sad really because when someone is in need, regardless of how I feel, I am there for them. Guess I must be dull as dish water or something. Oh well! At least I have a terrible job to pay for a mortgage on a house I cant live in so I stay back home with my parents and don't even have anyone who will see Star Wars with me. Oh yay!
Seriously. There's only one person who can make life what you would like it to be and that is yourself. You just have to accept it might not be with the people and in the places you hoped it would be. But that's OK. Suck it up buttercup. Nobody else will care so care for yourself and take those who matter with you and those that don't want it, shouldn't matter anyway. Simple.
Now, back to my bitter corner in the bedroom feeling sorry for myself...