[ Other people's love troubles are a lost cause, she doesn't care for that. She's also going to take that wish he wrote and crumble it up, because she's not about that either. ]

You got it wrong, it's not like that. The future's gonna come when it comes, but for me, I'm busy enjoying the present. You going on about hope, that's all future stuff— for you, the present becomes the past and then you've got dementia and you forget about it anyways, so I don't get the point of it at all.