What is the llogic in spending 500 sweeps in very rarelly interrupted isollation in my afterllife, yet, upon a singlle visit from another, the sollitude weighs upon me so heavilly? I do not understand...

it's so mu(h easier to suppress loneliness when 7ou forget what (ompanionship feels like
Is that what this is? I have emerged from a state of being comfortablly numb, and now the wound festers? Oh, how cruell.

the first step to (uring a wound is to know it exists. now 7ou do! get 7ou some friends

7ou (an't see me but i'm doing a wink and finger gun at 7ou. i know the t7pe
This is difficullt. I have llimited onlline correspondence with some on the Chittr, but my deceased nature has lleft me with onlly one confidant who is capablle of visiting me. I hesitate to bother her.

some of us (an hit the bubbles, dreaming or just going there. gotta be some other dead people on here, too

