It’s just as easy to lie to yourself as it is to lie to other people. Maybe easier.
Let's face it - with a few exceptions, nobody likes anybody.
See Scott run, Run Scott run. See Scott die, No such luck.
A kid might help another kid who fell into a river, and a kid might help another kid search for a lost baseball, but there isn't a kid I've met who will help another kid out of a humiliating situation. We just aren't built that way.
Reciprocity is not mandatory.
But at least this got Mouth thinking about how his loneliness wasn't unique. We all suffered. And I guess we all had good times too. Man - if every person who ever felt lonely killed himself, the world would be littered with corpses. And far lonelier.