Crisis of the middle (20th) age (?)

...she said so/

She said she is a mess.
She chopped her nail polish while twisting her hair.
She can drive you crazy and drive herself to the good old No-where.
Sometimes she feels like there is No-air.
She lives in a strange land.
She just doesn't know where is this land yet.
She makes you wanna suicide and end your pity life.
There is no right or wrong.No black nor white.
Sometimes she knows what she wants.
Sometimes she pretends she does.
She is no good liar.
She can't lie her poor old self.
All she knows that now she is in c-r-i-s-i-s which can kill your joyful days.
Sarcasm is her poetry.
Fiction is her world.
Pessimism is her lover.
Drama is her brother.
After sorting out the family,it's time for rock'n'roll.
You understand,darling,she is just not your type of girl.