Slowly managing to pull myself back ontop of work. It is this damn work placement that is being aggraivating. Having to keep redrafting, why does sending a letter get so damn complicated.
There is something wonderful about letters, how they are so personal. Proper ones anyway. Where there are ink stains.
I was always a rubbish pen friend, I always forgot.
However this was often out weighed by letters I wrote but never sent.
In many ways my entries are like that. I say what I want you to hear.
When really they are left unopened, with no real purpose.