Dear World,
I-I cannot suppress the feeling that this is all a mistake and that I'm heading to my impendable doom. I decided to take a bus for a night because I'm too emotionally unstable to drive. I only have the clothes on my back and a small pack of items. I should of thought this through more, but I would lose the thrill of adventure. I am heading to wherever the road takes me and I have complete faith in you not to lose myself.
I have outlined a simple plan, I will settle into a small sleepy town for a month. If I find nothing I will set out to the next town. Finding a job is top priority as I step into a new world outside the urban jungle I grew up in. 22 years old and no experience of independence may not be the best conditions, but I will try my best. Who knows maybe the emptiness is just a gap of adventure waiting to be filled.
I am heading into unknown waters and I would be lying to say I'm not horrified. I am absolutely scared out of my wits to be finally breaking free from my mother's nest. I will fly, no soar. Soar above the clouds and at amazing speeds. I will regain my lost vision of the world and I would no longer be blind.
However, at the cost of my mother's sadness. The guilt is still bubbling in the pit of my stomach and I cannot rid myself of this horrible feeling. I hope she understands the winter I endured over the months and I no longer can bear it. Oh I must cut this letter short, the bus is coming to a stop.
Farewell Old World,
Ferris
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Sincerely, the Lost Girl
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