When I was in elementary school and middle school I used to get bullied. Not excessively and not by everybody. But my "friends" bullied me. They left me behind in the woods once, laughing as they biked home. Other kids in school used to treat me differently too. It took its tole on me. Years later and I still second guess if some of my friends now actually consider me a friends. It mellowed out for a while. In eighth grade it started again by this group of girls in one of my classes. It hurt so much and I felt so bad. Even though I had friends I felt alone.
But I'm not alone now. In fact, I wasn't even alone then. The abuse I suffered just made it feel like I was. I know realize that I have true friends that accept me and don't hurt me and are just as different as I am.
That's what I want to be somebody. I want to be that friend that saves them. Because despite all of my flaws and my issues, my friends love me and I love them.