Is one born in chains?

Do you think too much? I have this annoying habit of overthinking. Firstly, I hate my name. Of course, there's some history behind it, but heck, I'm not a nun. How come one is so limited to what one gets at birth? There are issues that I have been avoiding lately and nowadays they make me spur into a state of utter annoyance. Secondly, despite my social disfunctioning I'm rather good in bed. Why, oh why does one need to talk about it though? I don't mind the occasional firt but who's kidding who at times? Thirdly, I hate feeling lonely but not being alone at the same time. I love the person that I love beyond words