In the end, it doesn't even matter

I'm starting to wonder what my friendship means to some people. Do they care about my opinion, my ideas, myself, or am I just a dumping ground for other people's unhappiness? I'd like to think that I am more than that, that I am someone who people can have a laugh with and for me not to be used and mistreated. Sometimes I would really like someone to listen to me about my feelings, about what I want and to give ME advice for a change. I'm just as confused as the rest of you about this thing called life, so why not help me as well?

I'm getting mixed feelings about how many true friends I really have at the moment, or whether I am just someone at the end of the phone/email that they can have a rant at or whether I do actually mean something to them. It's at times like this I wish I could read minds...

As you can probably tell, I'm having a very crap day, bad family news, crap work and no sleep. Still, the question has to be asked - at the end of the day, who is there for me?