Bacon and eggs for breakfast

Today I cracked open an egg with two yolks inside. This has never happened to me, I've never even heard of it happening, but I felt that it was a sign. Last year, I deleted my facebook account on my birthday. I think it was around 1 p.m. and no one had wished me a happy birthday on my wall yet. I took this as a major blow and concluded that I had no friends and no one cared about me. This year, my thoughts couldn't be further from my status on facebook, which I have since rejoined. This year feels different, today feels different. I'm not going to be afraid of an empty wall on facebook, or of people disliking my cooking or the awkward things I say and do. I just want to stop thinking and analyzing all the time about everything. I think it's my perfectionism paired with extreme sensitivity. These two things have contributed to me being an insecure, scared, and unconfident person. I don't want to live like that anymore. Maybe the egg was a sign of an unrealized twin embryo, a person I could have been, and still might be.