I know how to make a mess. 

Whether it's a depression pit, bags of things that don't have a home, or speaking without thinking. Feelings and finances. Stress, boredom, getting ready, staying in. Piles of paper or dirty dishes. Piles of clothes that I don't even wear. My sleeping pattern. My hair. Anxiety. Takeaway boxes and cans of cherry coke. There is just a constant external and internal mess. It's inevitable. 

I don't clean up - I create.