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'm not supposed to be afraid. All my life, I've grown up with an instinct to mask my fear or to even banish it completely. I won't lie now that I'm not.

I'm tired and afraid.

This has been the scariest rollercoaster I've been on and it's twists and turns never seem to end even just when you thought that it was smooth sailing for the moment. On the other hand, it's been the most exhilarating ride I've been on and has never failed to leave me breathless.

I have learnt however, that my value ain't worth shit.(Some of you assholes shouldn't further confirm this HAHA.) Cause guys like me are a dime a dozen and we're a touch, overrated.

The shadowed path tempts me back with it's fast-living allure but I am using every cell in my body to resist it.

I feel cold. Not to mention, stupid.(which seems to happen alot)

And it's not because of the air-conditioning either.

"Though I walk in the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me and cause I've been there and fucking back!"- Psalms 23:4 (amended version)