I still have a handful of people who will take the energy to say that they don't hate me when I accuse them of that. A handful of people who tolerate my presence even though I have nothing to offer. I know nothing, have absolutely no hobbies or interests (seriously none at all, not even video games or so), all I do is complain, consume and feel sorry for myself. 
Still, I take these people for granted because I have ill feelings towards them because they don't do anything for my useless meat sack of a life. I have expressed being suicidal and no one reached out. No one offered to talk. My roommates sadly must have heard me crying embarrassingly. No one offered to smoke a joint together or recommended me a nice book to read to get my mind off things. No one asked if I was okay.