I can't just tell you. It's a journey you have to take up by yourself, without knowing where it takes you. The road means more than its destination. It has to be during the way that you come to realize where exactly you are going.
I have decided to embark on this enlightening journey. I'll keep you posted as to where I end up.
"Was I born a cute, vindictive little bitch, or did society make me that way? I go back and forth on that."
Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way?
Oh my, you found that house. You took some very curious turns indeed. Doesn't matter, you can't just leave now. What you must do, is spend 3 nights in the house, on the third, if you are still alive and somewhat sane, look out of the north window. The moon shall reveal a path to you. Leave immediately, whatever you see or hear, stay on that path. Don't run.
At dawn, you should arrive at crossroads, follow your heart... Which I ate
Just pick your way randomly and hope for the best.