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.

Yes,I'm just felt like writing a few depressing thoughts down.

1.Nobody ever reads my blog but I still continue to post.This proves I (a)have a lot of time,(b)am a loser who still hopes people will eventually stumble over it one day,(c)have nothing else better to do with my life or (d)all of the above.

2.I am faced with the shocking realisation that I am already 18 years old and have done absolutely nothing with my life nor touched any others.

And no,providing a reliable connection for weed doesn't count.

I have no achievements or awards,neither do I excel in the educational aspect.Quite the contrary,rather.

3.I am going to die single and lonely either homeless or in a one-room flat.(no retirement home cause I won't have any children to stick me in one)

Three years and counting I have had not even the slightest form that could be even passable as a decent,healthy relationship with a member of the opposite sex.

Way to go,exceptional-bad-luck-with-women boy.

Which leads us to depressing thought number:

4.I will be entering NS next year.In NS there will not be any females(perhaps excluding the tough as nails,built like a gorilla female sargeant who will probably kick me in the nuts if I ever asked her out)and the only sexual contact I will ever have will be some second-hand issue of the past year's FHM and my right hand.

Adding insult to injury,I have to make sure the bunk doesn't creak while I'm about it either!

5.In my old age,I will eventually degrade into one of those old men I despise.The ones that hang around hawker centres mooching cigarettes off teenager and cussing like a gangbanger if they are denied.

How very delightful.

Which leads me to say:fuck you,life.

You'd better give me something to brighten up to soon.