[cigarette party girl] does this count as a poem? well...idk, tell me ur thoughts! xoxo

There’s all kinds of girls in this world who are a total mess. For example, you have the cigarette party girl. The cigarette party girl’s schedule consists of club hopping: 11pm-4am, wobbling into a taxi: 4:05am, arriving at her apartment and crashing onto her mattress littered with magazines, cigarette butts, other miscellaneous items, and the occasional new found soulmate: 4:45am, snoring the day away until 9pm, when she wakes up and it all begins again. The cigarette party girl doesn’t have a job that many people would assume a “successful” person would have, for she is usually a retail worker or janitor, or really anything that will allow her to party all night and take frequent smoke breaks. The cigarette party girl usually has her hair in a convenient and out of the way style for work, and outside of work it is down and flowing, despite it’s lack of detangling. She will frequent bars, rooftops, skate parks, and mountaintop cliffs overlooking the city. She can be mellow and peaceful, or drunk and opinionated. Overall, she is a total mess.