The Way The Cookie Crumbles

Hi again,
Lately, to cope with the oppressive loneliness of my bedroom and the lack of alcohol in it, I have taken to watching an unhealthy amount of really old tv shows; one of which being 'The Inbetweeners'. Now I absolutely love that show. It's full of awkward teenage moments and brilliant clever comedy which relates to almost everyone... except me apparently.
I never had friends I could do stupid stuff with or talk to about the weirdest things happening to my brain and body when going through puberty. I had lots of fake friends and just school people I hung around with but now... now I am the only one out of my rapidly disappearing friendship group who hasn't gone to uni/ away and now I don't have even the slightest hint of a job I am literally doing nothing with my life.
Wow, that was way more depressing to write than I thought it'd be. The point of this is that I never see any shows where friends move away and it gets harder and harder to keep in contact. Where the one left behind is slowly going crazy or becoming a nocturnal alcoholic who never leaves the house, and the rest are well, changing.
Now I am all for change, in fact if I could have a big change right about now it would at least liven things up but one of my friends is only using texting me as a filler between her uni friends, being drunk, going out clubbing, snogging strangers and puking over a toilet bowl; another seems to find talking to me a chore and has been brainwashed; another is in her last year of Alevels and is so stressed with her family and school situations that I am not important right now; one is super busy with reading and essays and lectures that finding the time to call me is impossible (however she is one of the best friends I have and always takes time to meet up when she's back); and another well, he's become more open and honest with himself and others, and basically is a brilliant friend now.
Even though they haven't all changed for the worst, I still feel like they're leaving me behind. I never had the crazy wild days (well I had some but it was different). My friends shunned me when I did go out or do something stupid so I just stopped.
Hence why I am now alone in my room, in my parents house, feeling like crap at midnight on a Tuesday morning. I neither feel young or old I just don't feel like I belong. I guess I am so used to being the fun, exciting, edgy one that starting this year off getting hurt by a prick, and losing a fair chunk of fake friends wasn't exactly good for my self esteem.
fml, and I must remember to buy some rum tomorrow...