sometimes

I love disorder
I love mess

Sometimes, I throw things around my room. Just so I have something to clean up afterwards.

I just wanna see what happens when my world falls apart.

I also seem to live my life this way; sometimes I say things to people I may not even mean, so I look like I'm learning the errors of my ways by fixing it afterwards.

I'm going to seriously hurt myself one day. There is something very wrong with me. But...I don't care.

Life is there to be lived, it's time to experiment :)

Another random analogy, from

xo.porcelain