MESSYMESSYMESSY

Everyone needs a pair of these. And they need to be messed up, worn, and old. Full of memories for sure.

Being organized makes me tense.

The other day I decided to stop cleaning my room, stop putting away my stuff, and stop making my bed. There isn't a point, I can still find what I need even if it is laying under a pile of a zillion other things.

So currently:

-my bed is a giant pile of covers and pillows

-my clothes are all over the ground and on the floor of the closet

-there is a stack of sweatshirts, pillows, and shoes in the corner

-the contents of my purse are all over my desk

-I couldn't even find my laptop to write this, I finally found it halfway under my bookshelf

Honestly, the disorganization is driving me insane

I think John Ohh is scared of all the mess around him

John Ohh is my fish, by the way

He's a jerk

On another note, my new messy habits, weird sleeping patterns, and the fact that I have been eating whatever I want the past week or so will definitely prove beneficial when I am thrown into the lifestyle of a rock star in the near future. How I will get there, I haven't figured out yet. Ideally, I'd tour with The Maine. I would even scream "pull over the fucking van" into a camera at the top of my lungs with them.