It’s very easy to be angry.
It’s very easy to see what’s been given, remember the past, and not want it again.
After writing Untitled 4 I sent it for review and it came back ‘harsh’.
Maybe. I thought it was only unamused.
So I tried again and wrote Untitled 5.
I didn’t like Untitled 5.
So I wrote Untitled 6.
I’m sick of writing this letter now. I’ve decided to include it with a moonpig card that’s a picture of me and my mother. When that arrives, it’s all going, and that’s that.