My room is messy beyond hell. Stacked dishes, disordered papers, junk and garbage everywhere.
My body is poorly kept. I stay fit and shower often, but my feet are blistered from use, and my hair is wild and beginning to grow long.
My life is directionless. Parents are fighting, I can't find a decent job, and my art just keeps getting worse and worse.
Yet now I realize it. These are reflections of my inner self as well as my outer self.