"I don't want hope. Hope is killing me. My dream is to become hopeless. When you're hopeless you don't care. And when you don't care, that indifference makes you attractive."
Vi tycker om dig jättemycket, men ibland går topplocket och det skrivs massa tok. Oftast menar vi det kanske inte, men ibland har vi kanske också lite rätt.
Jag svarar med ett Costanza-citat angående hoppet
"I don't want hope. Hope is killing me. My dream is to become hopeless. When you're hopeless you don't care. And when you don't care, that indifference makes you attractive."