I’m a messy Woman.

I’m a messy woman. Sometimes my room gets more confused than what’s in my head for example I can never believe when people do things I don’t expect. My hopes don’t get so black inside me, . I can’t share my darkness with anyone, I love to sit and cry over inappropriate things. It happens suddenly, you know, because of me, suddenly the feeling ‘I don’t want to live this long’. Here’s my broken head. He doesn’t know where to put anyone. He doesn’t know how and where he lives his happiness and misfortune. Think about it; there were times when I couldn’t even get my hair done. Do you know what’s missing? My question to0, don’t think about it. Don’t mind it. Do you carry a lighter? I’ll light a cigarette against this disorder. -Taniya