30

I´ve just turned 30. Felling different, but not for the sudden change of number, but as a result of all the years of learning. Of all the years filled with "tomorrow I will do ...". Of all the years yearning to be accepted, to look different, to be in a different place, living someone else´s life. Slowly, I put the silencer on the gun and load it. Then I get up and slip out of the room.
It snows under my skin...