I must do something creative today

I feel completely useless, completely unproductive and so completely without merit that I can't imagine why anyone would so much as give me the time of day.

Signs of age

Things I used to tolerate in people are now things I don't have time for. Now they can fuck off.
What I used to hate about the world are now things I know I can't change. Now I tolerate them.
Where once I had too much time to kill and wanted everything. Now I have too little time and want very little.
I used to dream about grand things and great adventures. Now I dream about simple happiness and a place I can truly call home.