That one thing changed her somehow. 

She lived in two worlds now. A world that was tactile, real and her own world where drama came to life. She craved attention now. She forgot her old friends, but still clung on to them. She thought a lot, spoke little, when a lot was bubbling to come out. She could write, but it would all construe around the selfsame thing.

Everything was duality.
She knew how to stop. But she also, did not.