Dear three-sixty-five,
I can't believe I am writing to you. There were points in this past year that lead to believe I may never meet you but here we are. Having a conversation about what this next year will bring and what this past one we've spent together has changed in me.
January- Was confusion and uncertainty
February- Was moving and anger
March- Was adapting and lingering
April- Was thoughts and relapses
May- Was new romance, spiderman, and pain
June- Was youtubers and sunsets
July- Was fireworks and late night tears
August- Was risky and refreshing
September- Was bands and less pounds
October- Was a light and Minnie mouse
November- Was innocence and a saviour
December- Was heels and independence
Sincerely,
Dre
