I really loved the high school I went to, and my classmates too, and even 10 years later I can't let them go. I think about someone from there almost every day, even though I don't keep in touch with any of them.
Since I've known them, I've idealized them, and that feels weird because I've never idealized anyone without reason. I was never interested in people who were just superficially popular, and they weren't like that, but still, I never really belonged there, even though I wanted to.
What hurts the most is that I was in the right place at the right time. For a period, I was surrounded by people I would have loved to be friends with, and that high school was like a salvation compared to elementary, which was CONSTANT bullying ( I just learned to deal with it) but I was always "not enough" for the people I wanted to be close to, as I later realized in high school. And I'm sad because I've always picked friends based on normal stuff: if they're kind, if we click, if I can share secrets without them spilling, if we can laugh at things together, but even with that, I was not enough, or I was weird, or boring, or stood out, I don't know.
In 2016 I completely broke down and started taking really heavy psychiatric meds, and since then it feels like I have no personality, no empathy, no humor, no intelligence, nothing. I totally understand why anyone would reject being friends with me, it's fair.
But before 2016? Only about three photos were ever taken of me, and two of them were mandatory class pictures. I don't know why I never fit in.
It feels like i'm a double loser because I was rejected by people who weren't even cruel, and that hurts so much.
Probably it's me, I'm a loser and I always will be