Life is a mess.
We’re all so determined to gain control of our situation. But nothing is within our reach.
He likes her, but she likes that guy, but he likes this girl, but she likes another.
We’re all just a jumbled mess of emotions, trying to find the perfect match. We’re dodgem cars heading straight for one another, only to bump each other off.
The perfect match doesn’t exist. We’re all pieces from different puzzles trying to fit in with one another.
It’s a mess.
There is beauty in the mess.
