I was never a victim of bullying, but was always an outcas. When I was 15, I moved to a different school and met this girl who seemed to have similar interests, but then I started noticing she was a liar: se pretended to like the same things I liked, but truth was she was really lazy and was trying to build the image of being smart, liking to read and all.

We were asked to write an arcticle for the school's newspaper and, as she was a faker and her writing sucked, I wrote the whole thing and she happily got the compliments. Then I found a couple of newspapers where people drew things on my face but nothing on hers, in the picture that was published with the arcticle. Probably done by people from my class. :/

Months later, she came to my house with the excuse that she wanted to hang out, but truth was that her mother had forbidden her to see a guy that lived close to me. She was constantly using me, so I backed off. I'm constantly exposed to situations where people come to me because they objectively needed something, so I'm also pretty guarded and mistrustful of people's intentions and "friendship" offers. Even now it happens and it's awful.

On the other hand, while I'm nice to others, I sometimes don't want to be their friends for many reasons (they have nothing in common with me, I have no patience with them or whatever), so I tend to back off in these situations too. I still offer help and we connect through mutual needs, but I wonder if I let them down because they expect me be bffs with them. It's complicate.