My messed up grunge life

Chapter 1

I open the balcony doors and light up a cigarette, i inhale the toxic from my cigarette and grap my book.
I love reading books, but not as much as i love music and drawing.
My cat Gumball jumped on my chair, well i can't sit on my cat, and i have to make some coffee so well
My phone rings "hello, you are speaking with Jane, can i help you?"
"Hey Jane, Sasja here! You need to help me, can i come over?"
"Uhm yea sure, see ya in a few minutes?" i said to my best friend
"Kk be there in 5 minutes, allready on my way. Love ya bye babe" and she hang up.
I make another cup of coffee for Sasja and opened the door, Sasja was walking up the stairs, and she is looking horrible!
"Whats wrong babe?" i said when Sasja started crying "that jerk cheated on me, with my SISTER!!" she said as she fell on my floor.
"Oh hun, i knew he wasnt good for you!" i lift Sasja up and give her a big hug "you are too good for him, he is a jerk, i never liked him!"
I gave Sasja a cup of coffee when she stoped crying, she looked at me with a fucking sad face and i almost started crying.
"We were together for 4 years! And now he cheated on me with my own SISTER! I never want to see both of him again!" she screamed and she took a cigarette "give me a lighter please" i give her a lighter and closed the doors of the balcony so nobody can hear our conversation.
"Sasja, why do you smoke? Did you ever smoked before?" i said when i took a cigarette and light it up "ofcourse i smoked before, you just never knew" she replied.
I love the smell of the toxic and took a deep breath.

"Sasja i have to go to my work, you can do whatever you want but be carefull" i said as i walked to the door "okay, i'll be carefull! Have a good day!" she yelled.
I walked down the stairs of my appartement and opened the door, i smelled the gassoline of the cars, the weed of the badasses of the night, i heard kids yelling and i smelled the toxic of my cigarette.
You problably think "why does Jane smoke so much?" well here's the answer "i like smoking, i love it. Its like i'm dying and feeling alive at the same time, i know that i'm coming closer to death every second and that the toxic of my cigarette is bad, but i also know that i started dying since the moment i was born, every second, minute and hour i'm closer to death.
But who the fuck cares, i'll never be as young as i am know."
I walked trough the streets, i smiled at strangers, i don't even know why i smile to strangers, it could make their day, i know that it makes mine!
I allready saw the musicstore, but first i have to buy some food so i won't starve at my work.