Dear Valerie,
Supposedly I should be writing to a real person, but I couldn't think of anyone to really write to. So, dear Valerie, I have created your existence out of thin air for the use of therapy. I'm still stuck in that crisis of a winter, and I've been waiting for the sign, yet I see nothing. No shining signs or an arrow pointing north.
I realize the World is a sneaky son of a gun and likes to keep it's secrets to itself. That's why I must chase after the world and give it a reason to reveal it's secret. The empty cave in my soul will soon be filled, hopefully. I have decided to venture the world not for the purpose of self pleasure, but in a search for that something. For all I know it's a cheap beer from the local liquor store, but I swear on my tiny beating heart I will find it.
Since planes kill the spirit of traveling (well mostly they're expensive) I will make the intersections, highways, and roads my home for a full year. I dare not even speak a word to mother, she would surely have my neck over the mantle of the fireplace in a split second if I do. I plan to tell her, later. Well 'later' as in right when I make my escape.
Valerie you are just a code name for 'World' I will admit, but I prefer Valerie over World because it makes me sound less crazy. So "Valerie" I have come here to say I am exploring the paths that pairs of rough calloused hands have created for me. What a shame to let the hardwork to go to waste.
You didn't give me a sign, but I have created a compass. Hopefully the magnetic force doesn't pull me into a whirlwind of troubles that will utterly be my demise.
See you on the roads.
The Extremely Well-Planned,
Ferris
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Sincerely, the Lost Girl
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