mess ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

i live for the mess, i love it, im part of it, my whole existence as long as i can understand is being a fickle mess, no one notices the mess  i am, the mess helps me feel less empty

my skin is a mess, my face, eyes, way to be and act, think and be, it doesnt make sense, because its a mess, i love my mess ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･