Hope is one of the worst things I have ever had. Hoping for this, hoping for that. Hope never comes through and will leave you bitterly disappointed every time.
No, they're not gone, and maybe they never will be. But I've gotten used to ignoring them, and I think as a result they've kind of given up on me. You think that's what it's like with all our dreams and our nightmares? You've got to keep feeding them for them to stay alive?