Nov 16, 2010 00:09
The more research I do on you, the more I see how alike we are (minus the fact that you're male and sorta have demon blood... and my mom is still alive). But our personalities are similar, our interests are alike (I guessed you were studying criminal justice way before it was actually said), you owned a golden retriever! etc. Our birthdays are even oddly similar. (Me: May 1, 1984. - You: May 2, 1983.)
It's kinda cool, it's kinda creepy, but It's also a little sad that I'm obsessing over it so much. I mean, you're a fictional character; some people would call it "pathetic" that I relate so closely to someone who doesn't exist, right?
Right?