Dear Oz, Wonderland, and Neverland:

Please do not be cold.

Please do not be lonely.

Please do not be scary.

Please do not be boring.

Please do not be too painful.

Please help me.

Please make me better.

Sincerely,

Dorothy, Alice, and Wendy

I shall be leaving. Leaving to find a new life, deliverance, and happiness. I've never felt the freedom I am now searching for. I can't do it on my own, I need help. But now I want this, I want this more than I can possibly say. I want to be free.

Do you feel that deep horrific sense of evil and dissatisfaction lurking in the pit of your stomach? Do you feel it whirling and crescendoing while concurrently engraving its malicious and painful imprint upon your heart. Do you feel this hate, this detestation toward yourself and all that you are and ever will be?

And I know that I'm not what you need, but it's okay with me. Because you're the thing that makes settling, so I'm okay with, if you're okay with me.