Can't touch me!

They're known as friends who benefit^tm. No, they're not going to jump in the sack with you, but they're going to fuck you over as much as they can get away with. They're the friends who make you feel bad, all the while getting off on something valuable that you provide, be it your company (makes them look less bad than when they have to have lunch all alone), your help in school work, your car, your DVDs, your books, your stationary, whatever. Something. Anything. They're the friends who only contact you because they need your help going through their work, or they need the answers to something, or they're not sure about this or that, and by golly, gee, thanks mucho for the citation tips and thanks for helping me borrow that book and thanks for helping me call this person up and thanks I'm done with all my assignments and I'm going out to a party now see you next semester.

I hope I haven't been a friend who benefits^tm to anyone, and I don't think I have, but could very well have been. I do know several though, one in particular, and I am as angry as I am grieved for the friendship we could have had, should be having, and I wonder why I have not done enough to make it more of a friendship worth speaking of, and whether it's just all my fault after all.