Melissa;

And all of a sudden, the world becomes so huge
I am Melissa. Mel, if you really want.
I am short.
And I am trying to find God.
I am not "br00tal" or "hXc" or "core" or any of that nonsense. I am simply Melissa; Although you're free to interpret me as you wish. Just a farwarning that I don't let stupid things like assumptions and stereotypes justify myself.
I probably love Disney more than anyone else my age.
I am an extreme Agraphobic/Virginitiphobic. If you don't know what Agraphobia or Virginitiphobia is, I suggest you look it up.
;Also, I suffer from Climacophobia.
People amaze me; all so unique. Though, it's hard to find someone who can process my thoughts as they shoot out of my mouth.
This gives me interest in phycology; my 'backup' plan.
I've been taken by a lovely boy named Travis Snyder for a year; The best i've ever had. 2/9/08 (Or somewhere around there, hahaha.)
I have a best friend, too. She's amazing in every single way and one of the most beautiful people i've ever met. She lives far away from me now, and I miss her so much. I love you Erin.
Now that she's gone and alot of others too, the feeling of lonliness has taken over me lately. If you're able to give me one of those days where I just don't feel so lonely anymore; You mean alot more to me than you probably know.
I'm open to most music; I have a range from bands like Whitechapel all the way to The Doors.
Blink-182 has been my favorite band since the age of eight; I'm not into them only because they've become popular again.
Of all the things i've loved in my life, i've loved myself the least.
Writing has really put things into perspective; I have this new voice in my head telling me not to agree with myself - to look at myself as if I were a storybook character, questioning all of my actions and ideas. View yourself as an opponent
My writing works are updated and posted here at my Fiction Press
I also have a strong passion for photography, which I strive to better myself in everyday. If you're interested in my work, here is my Flickr
and my Deviantart
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I take alot of horror pictures; And my main quest in that is to make horror something almost beautiful.
I am slowly learning how to be myself around others. Being shy is what i've always known; I'm expecting more out of myself now.
I love fun, childish things; Although I sometimes think I grew up a little too fast. Dancing in the rain, Eating cereal and watching Disney movies, dressing up, snowball fights, catching lightning bugs.
I love anything DIY. sewing, tie-dying, jewelry-making, photography. I'm slowly bettering myself at all of these things.
Although; Laziness will be the death of me.
I absolutely love going to shows; But it's hard when i'm so short; I normally get trampled, baha.
I am not vain, and I am not sadisticly narcassistic.
My main goal in life is not to make alot of money, or have a great job, have an expensive car, or have a giant house; But to find happiness.
My iPod's name is Professor iPod. He is smarter than your college honor-roll student.
I don't sleep alot. Sleeping wastes time; I don't like wasting time. Unfortunately, you have to sleep to dream, and dreaming is just terrific.
I've lost a large amount of people precious to me in a short amount of time, and the pain was almost too much to bear on my shoulders; Although the reason why is becoming more clear to me.
I recently discovered that I have a strange interest in antlers.
I doubt any one took the time to read all of that.
I like to pretend i'm an interesting person.
AOL: Hospitalights
Travis Allen Snyder.
Hi. Um; I was planning on beginning this little snippet in a clever, interesting way to capture someone, anyone’s attention. But maybe hi is good enough.
I know that the world is a cliché, predictable place full of middle school girls claiming they have broken hearts over they’re two-week fling, or long paragraphs about a boy that they ‘love’, whom they’ve known for a total of a week.
I could say I’m different, but maybe I’m not. Maybe I’m just like them. But if what I’m feeling is cliché, and predictable, then that’s okay. Because I’m not sure I care if that’s the way it is.
Several days before my birthday, I had been the same as I am now. Inspired, searching for happiness, and the meaning of everything I had come across. I met a lost, slightly misled boy by the name of Travis Allen Snyder; Lover of the musical arts, and a longing for someone who didn’t have the capabilities of loving him back. I wasn’t ready.
I am a believer. I believe in being happy again, and I probably will believe in you, too, despite who you are. I believe that despite my age, I can have wonderful feelings for someone like this. For nearly a year, the fire in my eyes has slowly been reignited, the cobwebs in my heart being dusted out, and maybe a few little fragments that have been missing, have been replaced by something new.
Have you ever had that feeling? Like the feeling that someone finally thinks I’m beautiful in every way. The feeling I get when I’m watching a movie with him; But I know he’s looking at me, and not the movie. The way my hands fits perfectly into his, or the way I feel my lungs may burst from a dumb joke he made.
I’m guessing the fact I’m trying to get at, is I love you, Travis. More than my words could ever express, more than even my own mind can comprehend. Every time I feel your smile on my face when you kiss me, or how I catch you looking at me in the corner of my eye when we’re standing apart.
Maybe it’s because I’m almost crying, writing this, that I know. Or maybe it’s because I just know, and that’s enough. If we stay together, I think I might start believing in God. Because I can’t think of any other possible way that something like this could exist in my life.
You have saved me.