Dear Oprah

I think I'm not a good person, you know?
Let me explain.
Sometimes when not very nice things happen to people who did me wrong I really don't feel sorry for them.
I have a friend, she is much younger than me. She could be my daughter but she's my friend.
She's funny and I like to be with her.
But at the same time, she's terribly immature.
Sometimes even her kids who are teenagers are more mature than she is.
In order to help her with money sometimes I pass her some of the translations I have and when she sends it back to me there is always mistakes. Mistakes that would easily be corrected if she only tried to pass the orthographic corrector they have on Word (Microsoft Office).
She 's careless and negligent and I always end up having to spend a lot of time on a work I'll be paying.
And I always pay her. Always!
Well, finally she applied for an agency to be a translator (subtitles) and was approved (I was with her when she did the test and helped her). Now I have to say, she really needs to make more money because her ex-husband doesn't help and she has to pay for everything.
I work for the same agency.
Last week she received her first assignment. She has to deliver it next Tuesday (today is Sunday).
A friend of hers on Wednesday send a message proposing a barbecue party at her parents this Sunday.
I told her to be sure she would have time enough to finish her work because her client is counting on her.
She was really excited about the party and said that it won't be a problem.
Last night, at 3 in the morning she sent me a message asking if I would go to the party and I said no because I also have a movie to translate to deliver on Tuesday.
This morning she sends me a message saying that it was a bad idea to have the barbecue party because the work is more difficult than she expected and now she was worried if she was going to be able to deliver it in time.
I didn't even answered her message.
I think that she has to suffer to understand how difficult it was for me to deal with her bad work when  I needed it properly done.
Or my other friend who always calls me when she's broke and can't go out with her other friends.
She asks me to go to her place because she doesn't have money to go out and I always have lots of good movies on my computer.
Why can't she come to my house?
At the end, I realize that I really enjoy my company.
I spend all weekend at home with my dog, my work, my books and it's enough for me.
The thing is, I went to all the parties I wanted, I had real fun with people once in my life and nowadays I only want the real thing. I want to be loved and not used.
Maybe I am not a good person but I do think that these women if they suffer a little they will learn a lot about how life really is.
Tonight the Oscar.