Dorothy
I want out of here. I need to find the place where I belong... where the people understand me... where I can be me and not miss me anymore. But what if that place does not exist? What if I am searching in vain?
The more steps I take on my yellow brick road, the more lost I become. Until I am sure that the place I am looking for is not real, it was just false hope. I won't bother looking for a miracle anymore... I'm staying home.
