Oslo, 31. august Page #3

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- I don't want pity.

I know that.

I'm just saying you can still make it.

- Make what?

- Lots of stuff.

You've got a family to back you up,

friends, brains. Like, come on!

Look at the others at rehab.

They don't have those opportunities.

Sure, but they're happy.

- to work in a warehouse and

have kids with some ex-raver.

- Be a loser, if that's what you want.

- No it's not what I want.

F***, I didn't come here to...

I don't need you to tell

me to get my act together.

- So I'm way out of line?

- No you're not. Sorry.

Remember what you once said?

"If someone wants to destroy himself,

society should allow him to do so."

Sounds like something I'd say.

I was probably thinking about

promoting junk food, or -

- criminalizing prostitution.

I don't know. But you're not...

I'm a spoilt brat who f***ed up.

If you're unsentimental about it,

nobady needs me. Not really.

You expect me to be

unsentimental about this?

No.

I'm just trying to...

I just want you to understand.

If that's how it ends,

it's a choice I've made.

But you can't go telling me that.

That's horrible, Anders.

I mean, you mustn't do it,

no matter what happens.

I can't relate to you telling me

you're planning to commit suicide.

Is that what you're saying?

What do you think it'll do to your parents?

I don't know. They'd assume it's an OD.

Happens all the time.

You've had these thoughts before.

They've always passed.

It's hell while it lasts, but...

Except it won't.

Oh, come on.

Come on what?

You got through it before.

I mean, if you have to look

at your life from the outside...

If you have the time, like you had.

I think anyone would get depressed.

Well, maybe.

But it's pretty f***ed up.

I see happy people.

I've always thought happy

people must be morons.

They are morons.

Obviously.

Yeah.

But you two are happy.

And you're not morons, are you?

Sometimes I wonder.

It's like, "What are we doing?"

And "happy" would probably be to exaggerate.

But it's okay.

You could get there, if

that's what you want.

Well, it's not like I

want to live your life.

I mean...

I don't want kids.

They're cute enough, but...

-Is that what it takes? -No.

And research is your thing.

I never thought it was that

thrilling to scrutinise Rilke, -

- dissect sentences, write

articles nobody reads.

- It seems meaningless to me.

- Well, there goes my existence.

-Is that how you see my life?

-Hey...

Sorry. I just... I only meant to say...

You're good at all that.

My head is bursting with trivialities.

I can't sort them out. My back is a mess.

Probably from sitting too much.

And now I'm caught up in renovating

the flats where we live.

The other owners just

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