Hoodie and smoke.
Friends always say that my room is messy.
I somehow disagree.
From my point of view, this is not considered as "messy".
In fact, everything is scattered into their rightful position, um...randomly.
Okay, I am tired and I want to sleep.
When I feel tired, I start talking nonsense.
Oh, things ain't what they used to be
Where did all the blue sky go?
