This ends today

5am.

Short night.
The letter is written.
I hide it within my desk.
So when THEY come my parents will be surprised.
Will they allow them to read it?

Leipzig Grünau tram station. In the mid 80s, when the quarter was built most people switched their rubber boots with street shoes on the tram stations. The entire quarter was muddy for years.

Leipzig Grünau tram station. In the mid 80s, when the quarter was built most people switched their rubber boots with street shoes on the tram stations. The entire quarter was muddy for years.

I am sore with sadness, pain, exhaustion and despair.

Countless times I pre-lived this moment for the last months.
Dozens of ideas how to get away.
I always rejected them.
Kept trying.

Now there is no turning back.
The moment feels right.
They’re still sleeping.
I leave the house.

On the long way to the tram station I turn my head around dozens of times.
What if they will never be happy again?
What if THEY punish everyone?
I can’t stay. I can’t!

This ends today!