honey, honey, honey, you're the death of me; won't stop holding my hands down

So I've had plans to go away for awhile lately. To get O-U-T, OUT of Nanaimo, in the hopes that the stress that's causing me to keel over in pain/emotional-strain will subside. And yet, when the option was presented to me, I freaked. It wasn't a very reliable way out, granted, but it was a WAY. I realized then that I didn't want out of here, I love this place. This place saved me. One day, I will move on, I'll be a big girl and go out into the world and travel and fall in love and have my heart broken and do all those other wonderful things... but right now, I just want to get out on my own in the city I know and love with my friends I treasure and take the world with them.

post-script: yeah, yeah, I know... there's more to it. I wouldn't dare keep THAT from you. Something is keeping me here. And as I figure out exactly what that is, you'll be the first to know... As soon as I narrow down what... or rather, who... Furthermore... which who?


♥

Tongue tied and twisted, go on baby and go to my head.
Here's a simplification of everything we're going though
You plus me is bad news
But you're a lovely creation and I like to think that I am too
But my friend said I look better without you.
Tongue tied and twisted, go on baby and go to my head.