And Everything Crumbles like bad Apple Pie.

Anyone heard that song by the Zombies? She's Not There?

It goes something like this:

Well let me tell you 'bout the way she lookedThe way she'd act and the colour of her hairHer voice was soft and coolHer eyes were clear and brightBut she's not there

And I feel like the girl. Why? No particular reason. I just do. I believe everyone goes through this phase. My friend likes to call it 'Social Hibernation'.

Yes I, that effervescent, smiley, talkative girl, didn't contact her friends in any way for more than a week. I just left my room to eat or talk to one of my weird, inquisitive, family members to assure them that I am , indeed, alive. 

I've been living inside my head. MY HEAD. 

And reading random fanfics or books all day and night. 

Yes, I also can't sleep anymore.

Weird teenage hormones and weird phases. 

So I'm basically a hermit,

I also realised I haven't updated in a while and the masses mayhap be getting anxious due to the obvious lack of amusing rants. *sarcastic snort*

And about living in my head, I'm not sure if its healthy. I'm literally wrapped in my own little bubble now.

Thinking about nonsensical things and imaginary people with a mix of people I actually know.

Yes, I am indeed, insane.

But only the best people are. 

Alice said it, so I believe it. 

I'm the female Mad Hatter with the temperament of a grizzly bear,Spongebob and cheese.

I like cheese.

P.S. While I might be a tad loony, I'm not, contrary to popular belief, depressed.  Last week was one of the best weeks in my bleak (Eh, had to add some drama) existence.
Because, I've had the time of my liiiifffe
No, I've never felt this way beforrrrree.
Okay I'll stop now.
Bye.