I’m an Empath, Telepath and Medium, a full Conduit combo.

I look at my notifications and saw several people had liked Rose Read. I don’t know who, but they laughed their ass of and thought “the movie scared me and I couldn’t wait to see it again. What the fuck?”

Everyone else is who I become because of my abilities.

I’m a physical Empath as well. I’ve felt the spinning death ball that is cramps. When they all hit the same cycle, OH MY FUCKING GOD!

I get I’m a man. I shouldn’t be able to do that. However, I do it.

Everyone else is who I become. 

Hell, just to give guidance, you take my mouth and talk with yourself. 

It’s why ask anyone about me, and you’ll get story after story that isn’t me.

I mirror people before I understand that I’m mirroring people.  It’s a mechanism for ensuring I give what is needed, and some of what is wanted.

I have to think about to not do it.

Now, I know I’m not the only one by a long ass motherfucking shot.

Think about who you know, think you know, and could you tell if it was a mirror and you talked to yourself.

We could be anywhere and we are everyone.