Salutations.
My name's Jonan,
I'm an 18 year old with the lungs and liver of a 70 year old.
If by any unfortunate(for you) chance,
you get to know me more intimately,
you will find that I:
am quite the cynical little shit
am rather lazy,that's what everyone tells me anyway.
prefer night so much more over the day that I've made a few owl friends.
experiment with the stupidest things possible and still think I am reasonably intelligent.
have an ectoplasmic look during classes.
change brands of cigarettes as much as a girl changes clothes.
am an asshole in my own right,if you know what's good for you,you won't get close.
have an email address;jonan_yip@hotmail.com.

Misery loves company which is why I'm never alone. Don't say I didn't warn ya.

I have been out of action for at least a week being as sick as an african child with third degree aids.

Unfortunately,I did not have the fun of getting aids.

"Upper respiratory passage infection of the monological psychic factor in quantam space."

Okay,the last part was a little literary freedom on my part.

In other words,it's like "You're a sick bitch.Stop smoking or you will die of lung cancer at 26 and have loser engraved on your tombstone."

Ah whatever, at least I didn't contract aids.

Fight,fight,fight,fight,fight,fight.

Fuck I have to get back in shape.

It's been way too long.

Sigh,Jonan.