Dear Whoever that might be reading this,
I’ll be away for sometime. Need to clear some things in my head. I need change. But will come back unchanged.
Sincerely yours,
William
Reading his letter, he sighed. Wow, seriously, when did he even asked for any attention? Especially in this way? It sounded much of a desperation than the proclamation of loneliness. William hated this, so he put the cap of his fountain pen once more; peeled that page of his small notebook he brings with him all the time and crumpled the paper to be thrown at the trash bin nearby the bench he’s sitting on. Then like a child in tantrums, he stomped her feet on the ground and shook his whole body whilst seated on the bench he has been sitting on for some time now. This is annoying. The aspiring writer is annoyed by himself. Annoying. Annoying. Annoying.
