Built on a pillar that is withering away. But a pillar I built myself. Nobody is at fault but me. I should've chosen a stronger foundation. And they remind me... constantly. I'm sorry Chloe, I'm sorry I had to let you down, but you weren't real, and I couldn't stay. I'm sorry, thanks for protecting me after all this time.
I thought I had broken free from them. As much as it hurt, I was glad to never have to see them again. But then they started coming back, and not in the same way as before. Who I used to think of as close friends are now haunting voices that have made it their personal goal to make me feel remorse for letting go. But as loud as they get, I can't give up, not yet.
