No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.
I dont understand why people dont understand that I have my priorities. Like, if I need sleep because I’ve arrived from work and cant get up for a night of partying. Or like if I choose to crash at home than drop by wherever because it was hell at work. Or if I choose to talk to someone else whose opinion doesnt matter instead of those who do and can hurt me because I just cant handle crap right now. Or if I choose to be with that person I have limited time with.
There’s always a reason why I do things, why I choose something or someone else. Because that moment, its what matters most. And I cant not do it. God, this is so tiring. Fuck you world.