I would put love above health. Suppose you are perfectly healthy and even rich but have no friends to share anything with, life must be meaningless then.

The two are related, bad health makes it difficult to have meaningful relations and lack of meaningful relations fucks up your health. Smoking a pack of cigarettes a day is worse for life expectancy than loneliness.

You will find an audience on an online forum like here ;) Yes, this is my case. I'm sad, it's true, but at the same time I don't see where I did wrong. Yes, there were some blunders that I did — working too much here and there, not dating this girl who liked me in high school; but overall, everyone has to work and I think I would have been even less happy after not dating AND not working enough during those phases. I attribute 40% of my loneliness to lack of skills that I couldn't acquire early enough, and 60% to others, particularly class warfare (you don't have to be rich for people to attribute you the hate that people dedicate to the first-of-the-class, especially if you're working diligently). So I became the cliché that I would have hated to become: Rich, well-travelled, muscular, but single.

Bad luck. I can't regret much, since I've done as much as I could, as early as I could, to steer off it, and I still faced the same result. Would I have committed suicide at 16 if I had known the future? No, because I didn't know at the time how much my suffering was caused by actions of others. The right thing would have probably been to kill everyone in high school if I knew how people were speaking about me.