I don't even know at this point

Okay so straight to the point, I am the type of friend that you can vent too, I always listen and give advice or just comfort you, but when I talk about my problems suddenly I'm a ghost and talking to a wall, nobody even gives a shit about me. Does anyone here experience the same thing? Like just being the supportive, therapist friend but never getting any of that in return? In my opinion, being supportive of each other is very important for a friendship, I think its all about the support, the free of judgement place, safe space and comfort, but I never get to experience that in return. I guess I could just have horrible friends or maybe I just don't know how to communicate my problems to them as they say communication is key, but I grew up in a household where emotion was just ignored, suppressed and never talked about. Now as a teen its hard for me to communicate and connect with other people, because we were raised differently. I love all my dear friends, but frequently I've been doubting if they love me back. I'm not anything special, in fact I'm not even that pretty. All my friends by now have boyfriends or at least talking to some, but I'm just alone. Sometimes I think if I'll die alone. Of course I won't, ill have my family and friends, but I don't expect a lover. But not having a boyfriend doesn't mean I'm not pretty its my own opinion. When I look at myself I feel and look disgusting. I have bump on my nose and my brow ridge you could see it from a mile away, I have chubby cheeks and JOWLS at the ripe age of 14 n plus a girl that's just crazy. I hate the way I look and I'm not fishing for compliments its just the way it is. I dint look like all the perfect, doll-faced girls with perfect button noses and slim face and body, I'm tall, chubby, and disgusting, I feel like a giant towards others. I just can't accept that other people would like me, let alone love me. Its a foreign concept to me. Of course I love everyone around me and think everyone is pretty in there own way and I find the beauty in other, but I just can't in myself. I don't know maybe my wife would be easier if I was just pretty then maybe everyone would like me and listen to me, hear me and love me.