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.

1,356 words.

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.