Maybe... hysterics?

I may just be hysterical. As in clinically hysterical. I mean if these aren't the signs then everyone else must be just as bonkers as I am;
♥Sometimes I can just not stop smiling. (I mean when I'm not under the influence of ...you fill in the blank.) Not quite sure what I'm smiling about but it must be absolutely magical. Seriously I have no idea why I get the whole "you're so emo" bullshit when my cheeks are sore from smiling.
♥I'm obsessive. I admitted it...unlike many of you that I know of. I have this strange obsession with details. Sometimes interesting people cross my path and I am simply bursting to devour them (german?cannibal? neither unfortunately), soak up every inch of them.
Do you?
♥I have the craziest, disturbing and fantastic daydreams. If you were inside my head you would be so astonished and disgusted it would make your head spin and your bile exit. They are just always so darn innapropriate. And the resulting blushing and smiling and klutziness is always such a darn inconvenient give-away.

Anyway welcome the hysterical me. May you forever be blessed with my inability to frown during these episodes of radom hysterics.
Much Much Excessive Love, Lee