headspider

When I lived in Guelph (ever so briefly) there was always this voice. Get out, go back. So I'm back in Toronto, I have been for almost a decade and that voice still hasn't shut up. Where do I run to from the biggest city in this country? Any fewer people and I'd scream, but I miss the stars. I miss being able to see the sky. I need to be somewhere new.
All the things I thought I'd left behind are starting again. It's like high school, version 2.0. I hate this: all the pointless pain and garbage writing. I want to be so busy I forget where every scar came from, forget to eat like a 16 year old girl. I'm getting too old for teenage angst. It's time to let it go.