I like it dirty.
If you see me at a bakery munching on a burger, there’d be cheese all over my cheeks. Sometimes, my jeans may smell like spilled beer. There’d be fries littered on the table, the tomato sauce on the floor is understandable.
My shirt is crushed and has stains, my jeans remains unwashed for days and I am to blame. I dump clothes into shelves, I kick my shoes into the air. Sometimes I sleep with the fan switched off, sometimes I hide under the blanket when it’s burning hot.
Fingernails are refugee camps for dirt, toe nails are ugly as fuck. I’ve worn the same shirt for a week, it’s the same shirt too! Woohoo!! It’s a streak.