Although time may be a concept, as I grow I realize that I don't have much of it. And so it all becomes precious and my decisions become more selfish and I have no time for guilt. So I've learned to set people free. I have no time for friends who never guarded my dreams or the petty arguments of the ones without any soul, I have no time for people who cannot love and accept love, and I have no time for people who never know the meaning of respect or are more attuned to my growth than their own. I have no time for self-hate, put there and accumulated by people who I thought only ever raised me higher. I simply lack something that is only a concept, but something that we are all running out of and it is a devious cycle that I cannot seem to win.