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.

Sometimes the things people say really cut to the bone. They stick their cruel, little barbs inside of your head and worm their way down to your stomach. Then the sick, nauseating feeling begins and the Devil leans across the table to whisper insidious, belittling caresses into your ear. You block it out and to your surprise it works! But only for a moment, you get a feeling like how it's supposed to hurt but it doesn't, like a paralyzed man touching a hot stove.

Finally, the lump in your chest(NOT THAT LUMP LA) moves up to become the lump in your throat and it escapes your throat perhaps as a whisper, a stifled cry or even just the gnashing of your teeth as knuckle hits concrete.

After that, your mom walks in and slaps you over the head to be quiet and stop being a pussy idiot.

Yeah, basically what words can do to someone in a nutshell, just 26 letters arranged and rearranged to dazzle,delight and belittle your soul.

Chew on this like gum people.

So don't let anyone scare you, you'll know that I'll protect you always; Through the thick and thin, until the end.