Shortness is fun :) {Phunke}

Celena Phillips
(sorry for forgetting her colors)

Looking through my cigarette box, I see nothing, shit. Why do I have to be out now? And worst of all I don't have any money, again, shit. I need to smoke so badly, I miss the gentle essence of smoke in my mouth, that brings happiness to my mind. Whatever it does to me, I love it. And that is all that matters to me.

I probably look like an crazy person right now, just sitting on the street, back to a building, but it doesn't matter to me. I should be trying to make some money, but nothing seems to happen this time of year, money is not easy to come by when nobody wants to come outside.

(sorry for the crap, she just stopped saying things to me)