I shouldn't have build this armor so well, every day I don't die in it I regret.
Obviously, I have some guilt about that, because I keep making it better.
Regrets feel like they should be all about the past, and I don't like to waste any time looking back. But the same ones keep happening; regret for me is more of a constant, and an unavoidable future.
I don't regret helping people, that's not what I mean about the armor. It would be great if I was better at it, though. Or I thought someone else could do it.
That thing, you know, about super smart kids being disruptive in class, getting shitty grades, being depressed and self-medicating because it's tough knowing...That doesn't go away, you don't join MENSA and find people on your level and go even keel. No one is smart like you are. There's nothing to anchor to, because you're the only one that can see the future so clearly, but you're the only one that can see the future so clearly. It's hard to really regret picking up the bottle.