I have a good "friend", whome I have known for years. When we were younger, we shared the same interests, the same hobbies and even looked alike! My own mother said we looked like twins. A while ago he was having a real hard time and wanted to move house. I was applying to University at the time so I was in a similar situation. However, my fiancee and I had almost secured a place that would have been just perfect for us but instead, we declined the offer so that we could help my "friend" to move. After almost not securing a residence for the start of the academic term we managed to find a shared house where the landlady allowed us to move in along with my "friend". Since that time, two years have passed and we have allowed him to continue sharing our own kitchen, given him keys to our flat and attempted to help him through a difficult time. Yet he constantly goes on about how wonderful a different part of the frigging globe is, how all his prayers will be answered if he moves and how no-one he knows in this country(hmm including my fiancee and I) has ever helped him! He complains that the only people who care for him are in a different sodding country and how he feels like no-one cares for him in this F@%KING country! What the bloody hell do I have to do? I feel completely frustrated and really depressed that nothing I have done seems to make a bloody difference. What's the point in trying...?