Melissa E

I'm Melissa, and I've been married to my loving husband, Conde.
I never sleep
I have seamlessly perfected the art of saying the wrong thing at the right time.
I get lonely quite easily.
The small things excite me. And the little things can kill me.
I'm constantly watching the world around me, and wonder what just happened.
I would cry if I lost my iPod,..like serious crying... Sobbing.
Never have been a phone person, nor will ever be
I love getting out of my hometown. I cant wait till one day I can call another town "My home".
I travel quit a bit.
I hardly sleep when I travel, I'm always up and driving.
I love how easy it is to hop in the car, drive, and within hours or a day(s), you can be somewhere completely new and different.
Why are you looking out the window?! You know I'm ALWAYS late.
FUCK BUSH!
I will get out of this hell hole of a town...Oh..I will.
YIKES..what's wrong with people today?
I find comfort to be in a room so dark you can't tell whether your eyes are open or closed.
I've only had a few serene moments in my short life. But I'm grateful to even have experienced those. My last moment was in NYC. 73rd and Broadway on the 21st floor. I was sitting outside on the balcony smoking a cigarette enjoying the cold air. Thinking and missing "home". When I looked around and saw all these lights on, in all these little windows. I realized each light holds a different life. A different story. So many lights on. So many people. It's strange to see how many lives and different routines there are in such a small area. Wonder how many where actually happy, and how many struggled to breath. I felt so small at that moment. So insignificant. Just another faceless person in this crowded city...I miss it.
I get the deja vu feeling all the time.
I also have difficulty seperating my dreams from reality. I can dream up something so regular, and think that actually occured. Such as a simple conversation.
I have a weird phobia about my teeth. I take care of them, because I don't want them to fall out!
I don't care to talk about the past...I'm here. Let's just leave it at that. But usually if I just keep quiet, they don't ask questions.
Tend to get lost in things...but that's good, right?
When I do sleep, I dream of: floating off the ground and trying to grab something so I dont disappear, vampires, zombies, a throat slitting man, Blue rooms, and Bombs. I dont know why.
Love photography, and old cameras...sometimes having to really work for that perfect shot, makes it worth it.
4 days..that's 96 hours. I have gone 96 hours (and some change) WITHOUT sleep. I do not recomend it. It takes a massive toll on your body, and your sanity. I felt like bugs where constanly crawling on me, saw things from the corners of my eyes every 2.2 seconds, and almost everything had its own special aura. This almost blinding glow, that made me constantly squint. My eyelids felt like they where on fire, and I lost all color. Simple task and everyday routines became impossible to successfully accomplish. My body was shutting down, and as for aftermath....oooo it took me days to recover. So the moral of that story...... SLEEP FOR FUCK SAKE, SLEEP.
Music. Inspires, and drives me, and keeps me going. I've been to some amazing places, I've met some amazing people because of music.
Katie, Jeremy, Bekah and I... DO HAVE THE BEST INSIDE JOKES!
YOU SHOULD GO.