A letter from January 23rd, 2016

Hi 30 year old Jack, Hope you're doing okay. It's coming to the end of uni now, sat on the sofa with Kate watching the Cobain documentary. It's good, makes you want to make art of your own. Being away from Alice is proving tough this term. It's always tough, but this time not in a sad way but it's just draining and grating. Like this ****** work is keeping me from being happier than I could. Currently don't have any idea what I'm going to end up doing. Still self-diagnosing every so often. Still haven't written anything. Haven't made anything good. Hopeful though. Don't want to get too introspective before bed so I'll leave it here. I suppose I should tell you to do something meaningful, like tell someone you love them, but to be honest that sounds too cheesy even for me. Tad lonely at the moment. Hope you're not Jack