I've come this far.

Sometimes I wake up sad. Sometimes I can't sleep, I'm so elated.

Sometimes my clothes match. Sometimes they don't. Sometimes my shoes are really beat up, but sometimes they're really nice. But they usually aren't. 

I'm clumsy. My knees are always covered in bruises. I break a lot of things. I lose a lot of things. I'm incredibly forgetful. I laugh at just about everything. A lot of people would probably call me naive. But I wouldn't.
 

I guess you could say my life's a mess, but it's kind of pretty that way.