Perfection

If I had a hundred years to perfect each sentence, I still don't think it would be enough time.

Patternized

The sound of my wheel spinning has given me a horrible headache.

The same songs, the same dinners, the same hangovers.

Life has become so rote. Or maybe it's always been this way.

I am that I am.

I feel...

I could have been anything, and was nothing.

...old.