The Murky Water Below

It’s a frozen night, May 21st.
The year is 2008,
It’s about 4am.

Donald James Roberts is standing on an empty bridge.
The rain is pouring overhead, harder than it has in months.
The droplets are falling from the grim, cloudy sky above and falling onto my face, mixing with the salty, bitter tears flowing ungracefully from my eyes. I stand up on the ledge, and look into the murky water below. Only one question crosses my mind;
Where did it all go wrong?

I’m going to be writing a series of entries like this, including the one posted just before this. They’re all going to be highly emotional times in my life. I just want to do this so everyone can see some of the points in my life that [At least, in my opinion] shaped who I am today, and who I’m growing into. I appreciate any and all feedback.
Thank you.