A Hungry Ghost

I found an old journal entry of mine, just one loose sheet of paper, from elementary, when my friends ditched me and I was alone for a while. It really struck me, for some reason, especially the last bit (but you have to read it all for the mood to be set). Maybe because I was roughly ten years old when I wrote this? Maybe because I remember the loneliness, and reading this reminded me of how hard I'd tried to ignore it all. Maybe because I see myself in it. Here it is, quoted ad verbum (except for some corrections) :"Oh, well I had a very painful time when I had trouble with my friends, I came home crying. They would exclude me, insult me, and do anything to hurt me.Once they said I had a fever and everyone avoided me for two weeks. Other times they ignored me. They would whisper when I passed and somehow made my best friend dump me. I didn't care, though my two only friends left as well.I enjoyed recess by myself. Then I made a new friend (I always make new friends), and it's Kate. I was told to avoid this group but they were friendly. I told them about my problems, and felt a lot better.The old group still envies me and the way I can easily make new friends. Now I avoid them. Another thing, I've made friends all my life. So I know how to approach a new person. Just be nice, invite them to play or eat with you. I know how they feel, all alone, for I've experienced it, sitting there by yourself like a hungry ghost."