day 11109: ...
I wrote a letter tonight, then took it outside and set match to paper. I held it until the flames licked my fingertips, and the darkness around me grew light. It was a long letter filled with ramblings and words bathed in hate.
I held onto my hatred until I could stand it no longer. And then watched as the words fell to the ground and smouldered in the grass.
I stamped out the embers and the ashes blew away in the wind.