0.8; Loss

[bitchykid]

It's interesting what you see from the windows here. It's like the broken concrete is full of--

I don't like the cold, but. [Pause] Maybe it feels cleaner. [A speckling of pen taps]

I don't think-- I heard, a man on the street sing this song. [Transcribed very neatly and carefully

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[paishofosho]

Loss of a loved one is very difficult. But it should never been enough to make you lose hope.

[bitchykid]

Lose hope? I [pen balanced on the paper,s till] Aren't hopes your own, anyway?

[paishofosho]

Hopes are your own, but whether or not you can hold onto them depends very much upon other people. When you lose someone, it can cause you the deepest despair.

[bitchykid]

I don't-- Is that why--

I guess. You're right, I don't think I [scribbling while looking for phrasing] hoped for anything before the journal.

[paishofosho]

Hope is a difficult thing. But it is also what makes life worth living. If you have found it, you should be glad.

[bitchykid]

I think I am. [pen tapping]

Is it Is it too personal. To ask other people about their hopes?

[paishofosho]

That depends very much upon the person. Some people are very private, but others share themselves quite easily. A very good friend of mine would never tell you, no matter how much you asked him - and he might even get mad if you did ask. But others do not mind telling you in the least!

[bitchykid]

Can I ask you?

[paishofosho]

I would be happy to tell you, but I think there is someone else who would be quite angry if I did.

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[bitchykid]

Why so angry?

[paishofosho]

He is someone who would not tell you if you asked him about his hopes. And he does not like being talked about!

[vsrsbsns]

So you should stop.

[paishofosho]

Blue! It is very good to hear from you. Are you back home?

[vsrsbsns]

I took my things, not much, I don't want to stay at the place anymore.

[paishofosho]

Then where will you go?

[vsrsbsns]

I didn't think. I only wanted to leave.