Life is scary and messy. You were thrown into this world, forced to make the most of it, without any warning or any guide. If only there was a rule book, oh how much easier things would be. But I think sometimes people have it wrong. Life is so scary, but not living scares me even more. And I believe there can be beautiful kinds of messes. People apologize for being a mess and not having it all together but, there's always good kinds of messes all around. Messy lipstick from sloppy kisses, messy hair from careless fingers running through that hair you can't help resist smelling and playing with, messy laughs from awkward moments made with special people, messy hearts from complicated lives. People always find a way to get tangled up with one another and it is always messy, but it is so very beautiful. Since when did being a mess become a bad thing? Because to me, it's proof that you're out making the most of your life. Sure it's not going to be...