AN: Sorry to disappoint, but no, this isn't a Be More Chill fanfic. This is just me kind of me getting my thoughts out instead of screaming. I'll try to update regularly, but it kind of depends on how often I freak so there's that. So here you go, happy birthday, no one asked for this.
Regrets. We all have them, right? The things we didn't do. The things we did. All of the maybes. Maybe if I said yes to her she wouldn't hate me. Maybe if I hadn't left he'd be a friend. Maybe I'd be stronger. Maybe I'd be better. And every time I'm alone, the voices scream, reminding me of all I've lost and all I've failed to be. The voices in my head keep tearing me apart, and when they pause, I wonder if they'll ever truly leave. If maybe I'll be left stronger than before. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger and all that bullshit. Or maybe I'll be nothing. A pile of rubble on the ground. And I lay here in silence as the voices swallow me whole, and I try to forget.
