It's a name for a fictional character I thought of long ago in my head. Her full name is Caroline Frances Hubert and he's got a pretty darn long fantastical history. Sufficeth to say though that she's pretty powerful. One of the few people who have mastered combining being the thirty-seventh oldest human being with rabies.
during difficult mental times, like when i feel a lot of anxiety/anger/depression, the anxiety leads me to feel paranoid about random physical ailments i have. the ailments are small but definitely real, like a wart or something. but in my head i can feel weird shit in my body reacting to it. i kind of start to obsess over it and then it becomes hard to tell what is in my head and what is actually real. its like the mental and the physical come together somehow, even though logically i find that idea improbable. then the two feed on each other and make it much worse.
also my personality has changed suddenly somehow, but not necessarily in a bad way. i feel antsy but i dont just want to sit around on the computer for hours like i did not too long ago. people have also been reacting to me in ways like they don't understand why im doing what im doing or something. like i have some form of communication with them that i think is one way, when in reality they interpreted it totally differently. for example, my coworker who i was super chill with just got pissed off at me for always "mocking" him in front of others, which im pretty sure i didnt do. but similar things have happened a couple times now and its making me wonder.
I think the girls you must date do that. Do you do that yourself? I personally don't do that even if I do have more leverage.
its like half and half. if they dont get me, then i eventually get them no matter what.
not sure about the healthiness. i think everyones relationships are like this, isn't that why people always break up? it seems like the only ones who are legit married forever are either miserable or have just given up on life, or both
You could've lived the life of anyone, but you're living the life of you. There are so many of you but you find someone that makes you think you're the only person in the world. And that happens to everyone, or almost everyone, very few truly die alone. It might be predetermined, maybe one person was born for another, or we're born half complete looking for someone to fulfill us. We're carbon copies but we all have unique experiences that shape us into something that never happened before. Everything we do is generic but also a first. Like logic branching of all possible permutations, you must believe in ALL. It's love, the glue that keeps everything together, because you know when something was meant to happen, if you believe everything happens for a reason. We are all a facet of one particular entity, and that entity is a facet of everything.
