1.) Your name?
Melissa.
Melissa is a Greek name.
In Greek, it means "honey bee."
In Persian, it means "red rose."
The feminine version of "Melisseus", legendary "King of Crete."
In mythology, it is the name of a princess of Crete who was changed into a bee after she learned to collect honey.
2.) Your age?
20.
The number before 21 and after 19. generally used when counting.
3.) One of your friends?
Kenney.
A great guy. Very capable of being a bestfriend. Easy to fall in love with. Super nice, defends girls when needed. Can talk to him for hours on end.
4.) What should you be doing right now?
Sleeping.
You have been awake for 18 hours and are now viewing this useless definition of sleep. You are very tired and your brain is not functioning at its normal capacity. The bags under your eyes are starting to weigh you down. It's 1:30am and you have to get up at 6:30am for work. Another coffee wont help you now...
5.) Favorite color?
Pink.
Slang reference to the vagina.
Im gonna get me some pink.
6.) Birthplace?
Deckerville.
The small and worthless town, that will soon be in the shits because no one there wants to make advancements in life and use new technology. but rather keep it as a shitty little farming town.
You know, every small town that is stubborn is gonna end up like Deckerville.
7.) Month of your birth?
May.
May is the month where teachers think that they can control a classroom but really nothing gets done and no one cares about their grades anymore. usually this happens because summer break is only 30 days away.
8.) Last person you talked to?
Adil.
Means the mafia boss/king.
9.) One of your nicknames?
Mel.
Mel only has ab's because she laughs allllooott. Plus shes a pshyco and is very random as well..












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"Humanity casts everything in Black or White, when in reality all is but an unbiased blend of Gray." - Anonymous
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"Humanity casts everything in Black or White, when in reality all is but an unbiased blend of Gray." - Anonymous
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"silence is what drives men into madness; as the heartbeat fills his ears, silence becomes wicked noise."
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A stroke of the brush does not guarantee art from the bristles...
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as you kiss the abstract,
and pray it's everything you'd hoped for.
the smell of her, the thrill of her.
the fruit of her, the use of her.
is killing everything that you've worked for.
kayla jackson
p h o t o g r a p h y .