Twilight, oh Twilight. If you aren't whooping serious butt, you're an adorable librarian that would rather spend days alone reorganizing books than with friends. She starts to ponder why in her journal. In typical Twilight fashion, she studies possible reasons.

*disclaimer: so much headcanon I might as well buy an armoury. This thing has been sitting in my google docs for months and I might as well unleash the atrociousness. Also, in typical "me" fashion, Twilight swears more than a sailor to get her point across. She just seems like the type.*