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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[payback]

Yes.

It will only get colder, too... [A long trail of dots, far more than your average ellipses!]

[bitchykid]

I feel like I have no energy in the cold.

[payback]

It's going to be a tough winter, I think.

[bitchykid]

What else could follow a hard summer.

[vsrsbsns]

Someone, something, anything. Yeah.

[bitchykid]

Enough to die for?

[vsrsbsns]

If you give up. I guess. Some things, it's okay you die for them but, I don't know about loss is one of them.

[bitchykid]

[Pen taps.] I don't know what's okay to die for. Pride may-- Nothing is [Pause] important anymore. Once you're dead.

[with_discipline]

It can hurt quite a lot, yes.

[bitchykid]

You know?

[with_discipline]

Perhaps not in the sense of the song, but yes, I do.

[bitchykid]

It hurts less, eventually?

[mentis_reae]

Have you never lost anyone?

[bitchykid]

No, not really.

[mentis_reae]

I suppose you may consider yourself fortunate, then.

[bitchykid]

Can I ask you a question.

[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.