((THIS IS CANNONLY ON MELODY'S DIARY AND IT'S CRACKING ME UP.))

I'm so kissable.

I look in the mirror and think "I wish I could kiss myself", because if I could, I would. In fact, I have tried kissing myself multiple times, but it feels like putting on lipstick. The people that kiss me are so lucky like... Man... How much would you pay to kiss someone like me? I wouldn't be able to utter a number.

I look at my eyes and think "Jesus, I'm so hot". I look at my hair and think "Christ, I'm so hot". I look at my pictures and wonder, "Why am I not being kissed right now? Huh?", The next thing I know, I'm kissing somebody. I'm so kissable. Not only that, but I'm also a good kisser. My lips are so kissable. I'm kissable. I'm so kissable.

I open my wardrobe and think, "Man, these people are lucky that I've bought their clothes. Those designers out there... Whoever made the fabrics that cover me day after day are so lucky that I chose them. Can you imagine designing something that I would wear? It must be a hard task. They must feel so lucky that I wear their clothes. God, my skin is so kissable." I think there are people out there who would pay to become my shampoo, even. That's because I'm kissable. I'm super kissable. Melody, the most kissable person to ever put a foot on a stage.

I bet there's people out there that would cut off their limbs just to lock eyes with me. People that would die to stroke my hair, even. Yeah, there's definitely people who would die for me... I think I can name a few. Unfortunately. I mean, some of them are nice, I guess? But man, aren't they creepy. Uh, where was I? Ah, yes- If I didn't already own my own body, I'd cut up my face to look exactly how I look like and starve myself to death if needed to have the closest thing to the body I reside in tight now. I would even go bald and have synthetic hair put inside of my head to replicate my current hair. I don't think I could replicate my lips, though. Nah, they're unique. And kissable. They're so kissable.

I could shower once a year and I'd still look like an angel. GOD, I'm so kissable. I'm so, so, so, so, very kissable. In fact, I would go out of my diet just to eat them, if they were for sale (and if cannibalism was allowed). Man, I love my lips. Oh, and have I talked about how much I love my nails yet?

I would tear up my own face with my nails if I didn't love myself too much to do that. Can you imagine that? Being torn to shreds by my nails? Huh. Now that I think about it, I have scratched a lot of people in the past - for self-defense, mostly. They better be thankful every day - do they know how many people would pay for me to scratch an itch for them, or fight them? Ooh, imagine fighting myself. Wouldn't that be nice? A fight against me, against Melody. Fuck, I wish I could fight myself. And kiss myself. I'm hella kissable.

THAT WAS A SCREAM THE SCREEN IS SHAKING NOW AND SO ARE THE LETTERS lmao I'm so bored

sorry I just find it amusing to put the titles in caps. Feels like screaming to the computer

A few months before summer, I started writing a book with some of my characters. Should I post it here, chapter by chapter? So fr, I've got the prologue, chapter 1, the start of chapter 2, and a notebook full of ideas and stuff following the plot. I don't want to post it on any other website yet and I've got some things I'd like to edit and change n stuff, but perhaps I could submit it here

My coffee got spilled this morning before I could get a single sip of it. Fucking piece of trash.

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I've got nothing more to say. Just had to complain about that.

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What am I even doing with my life at this point. Just... Did I literally only take my phone specifically to complain about one of the substances that keeps me awake having gotten spilled instead of just filling it again? Maybe they're right. Perhaps I should go to sleep, at least for one or two hours. Almost feels like I'm loosing the ability to reason. Lol.