name melissa.

age eighteen, nineteen in march.

location south texas.

i’m really boring.  i like to sleep more than anything.  i read books, the back of shampoo bottles, and cookbooks.  i like tea and coffee.  i’m pretty much like everyone else: i’m happy, i get sad, i cry, i get upset; i’m artistic, i paint, draw, and write.  i want to be like everyone else.  i don’t like to stand out.  i’m not a quiet person.  i’m loud, i laugh a lot, i make stupid jokes, and i’m an open book.  if i lie to you, it’s because it’s just something i can’t say, either because it hurts me or it’d hurt you so much, i know it’d leave a scar.  other than that, i have no reason to lie to you or anyone.  i eat a lot of instant noodles.  i don’t like to share my food; i’d gladly buy you some, no way in hell will i share food.  i have a best friend and i love him with all my heart.  i’m really short, i weigh as much as a whale, and i like to dye my hair ordinary colors.  i’m really vain; i refuse to leave my house looking like trash, messy, or indecent.  i can be the nicest person in the world, but if you really make me angry, i’ll make sure you never have a good day again. but other than that… i’d like to think i’m pretty cool person. c:

i’d like to think i’ve been through a lot… so if you ever need anything, i’m right here.