Yes and no. Those that treated me like hell sometimes find out the hard way that people like me, and sometimes me, help them in their worst of times. I stop for stranded motorists. I'll help them or (possibly if they kill people) die trying. I can't tell you how many times I've taken a butthead or another from school to get gas. The mean girls that said "go sit somewhere else" while I cried standing there after my tray had stuff dumped all over it tend to run over stuff then I happen along and change their tire. I fixed King ding-a-ling himself, my main bully's wife's car on the side of the road. I had some leftover vacuum hose and changed out the one from her check valve that had collapsed. I closed the hood, right as he drove up and got out, then I said "just a vacuum hose, all good now. Have a nice day" got in my truck and rode off in the sunset. He looked like I felt all those years at that point, straight down at the ground and about to cry because he knew at that moment who helped him and his family.
It also had advantages. By the time I was in highschool, the administration had given up. My grades were great but my behaviors not so much. They eventually stopped trying to make me do like the others. I realized I could go get coffee from the teachers' lounge. I'd tell a teacher at her desk quietly that I was going to go drink a soda, and she'd look at me, sigh, and shoo me toward the door. I became an adult by being nothing like the adults or those becoming adults with me.
Sure, I'd have loved more friends. I'm only now while writing this realizing I never needed those people for friends, because they were never for me. They were all for themselves, and I truly didn't fit in, and in a lot of ways, I'm now very grateful I didn't.