He's been depressive suicidal ever since I met him.. He opened up to me.. I fell in love... Silly me.. But the point is.. I've spend hours.. Days.. Weeks.. Months.. Two Years.. keeping him alive.. staying up with him on the nights he needed help.. giving him reasons to stay alive.. dishing out compliments, even when i hated him for using me.. now, when i need a friend most.. he wont even give me 20 minutes.. it's not fair... I've given him my high school life so far.. and i get nothing back.. ive never felt so alone..