Goodbye

For all of those who have been following me, this is the last you will ever hear from me.
Yesterday I was reading the paper and right on the front headline was my worst fear. My father has discovered that I'm missing and knows that I am in New York. He's already looking for me and he'll bring me back to Cordelia Street forever.
If I cannot have the right to my own life, then no one can.
Goodbye everyone.
I wish you all the best of luck in escaping your own Cordelia Streets.
If you have the chance, send some postcards to my grave.