When I was a little girl I didn't feel the need of a friend. I was always occupied with creating something by myself and others would have been disturbing, I guess. I had a brother who is nearly my age and a mother, who was fluctuating between her tremendous need of attention and complete (mental) absence. I was already overwhelmed by these two.
Much more than humans I desired an animal to be my friend.
My parents "forced me" into a friendship, when I was five years old, it worked out fine for five years or so, but we didn't become best friends, the neighbors girl and me. Another girl of my age used to stay two afternoons in a week in our house, when I was in elementary school, because her parents were at work and couldn't take care of her. She was the beloved, only child in her family and her neurotypical, in my eyes sometimes mean behavior brought me to really hate her. I was glad, when she didn't stay in our house anymore.
For some years I was lonely, but comforted myself with my books, the rare friendships, that occurred didn't last long, because of my autistic traits.
When I was thirteen, my grandfather presented me with a little dog and I was perfectly happy.
Then the need of belonging to a social group dawned at me, because I was bullied a lot in my early teenage years. I actively searched and found several groups, who accepted me with my need of my own space. But I never belonged to the very inner circle of these groups. They would leave me out at some gatherings. But needing a lot of time to practice music, it wasn't a problem at all for me.
Later in live I had friendships time and again, some lasted longer others not. But it seemed to me, if I wasn't able to feed the needs of my friends anymore, the friendship would end up.
So I rediscovered, that I'm perfectly happy with myself having enough space to follow my various interests.