Overthinking (12/20/21)

 I find December as the loneliest month. I remember last year when I would go to an old bridge  with an open river under it. I've spent my happiest and saddest moments on that bridge, the cold beers and summers of skinny dipping, or the cold fire side nights with homemade Irish Coffee. I cried every night on that bridge, remembering when things were happier and I wasn't stuck here smoking a cigarette with no regard for my health. I miss my friends that I stupidly pushed away or left because I didn't care enough. I'm sorry and I wish that someday things will be better for us.