addiction...

I know I just blogged. So I wanted to say, is blogging an addiction? or is it just that I'm so antisocial here that I have no one to talk to, so I channel everything through my blog? I duno. But I do know that I think my blog has become my friend, it's like I talk to it, but in typed words instead of verbally. Am I going crazy? Maybe just a little. Maybe just a little.
I think I already told u guys that I don't feel like I'm on earth anymore. I'm in some galaxy far beyond Toronto. I still feel that way. I'm still Stitch. Sometimes I think that it doesn't really matter what I do here. I can break the law, I can defy my parents, I can piss off anyone and everyone. I feel that disconnected from my own life. Weird. Weird weird weird. Maybe I'm not viv anymore, I've become "ming lee" some rebellious punk. Haha. Okay, not rebellious punk, but someone whose mind is not insync with her physical body. I'm just "woo woo" out there, left my mind up in the clouds somewhere. It's like I'm robotically walking around going about my daily routines without really being there. Have a completely lost my mind? Not yet, soon though, dangling by a thread.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Okay...that felt better. Nite.