This morning I was buying myself some cup ramen and I was waiting in line at the grocery store and a nice old man was in front of me. He started it so I blame him.
"Good morning."
"Good morning, how are you?"
"I'm doing wonderfully, thank you. How are you?" being truthful and dead tired without morning coffee, I stare at my noodles.
"I really, really miss my girlfriend. My parents don't know I'm gay."
"... I hope that works out for you."
I was so happy to see him smile at me... I don't even know who he was...

My name is Mel.
I'm a compulsive liar with a personality disorder.
I read Shakespeare and graphic novels.
I listen to dead Italian composers and living, screaming punks.
I play video games.
I fall out of fandoms within weeks and go through a depression whilst searching for a new one.
I cry and I laugh.
I hate myself and I love myself.
I come across as too bold or too meek.
I love people but hate leaving my house.
I stumble over words when healthy and spew poetry when sick.
I will fall in love with you regardless of how deep our friendship is.

Will you be my friend?