We have so little time on this earth I refuse to feel guilty for a single second about being selfish with my own time and mourning the loss of every wasted minute.
Just because other people have accepted the idea that they’re going to spend a large percentage of their life doing something they don’t want to doesn’t mean I’m spoiled for refusing to settle thusly.
Everyone has their own priorities. Work, school, hedonism, money, love… Mine is love. Always has been. The only difference is now I’ve actually found it, and I’ll be a goddamn monkey’s uncle if I’ll apologize for ranking its importance above all else.
