I recall my earliest literature classes where the teacher would ask us to write about our most thrilling life experiences. I would put down my pen and stare directly at the teacher while others were writing.
It was not entirely because I wanted to spite the teacher that I did that.
I'm just not into long writing. I like subjects that have to do with math and calculations. Anything aside from that is out of the books for me. But since they're all important I make other students write my notes and assignments on essay subjects.
Now I don't know where to start.
The words are in my brain but they are too scattered. "Come on!" I chided myself to let it out. I take the pen again to write down the only clear, precise thing in my mind. 'I am sorry, Gweneth.'
Can I just leave it like this?
No it's way too short. There is no sincerity in it.
Maybe I should pretend as if she is here. I will write it as if I'm talking to her. It doesn't have to be perfect.
