I killed a guy and helped a pirate escape hanging and I'm not really sorry for either but I feel like maybe I should be. I think if I'd run away with the pirate, maybe I wouldn't be here.
I broke Al's trust and I never told him because I couldn't figure out how.
I fucked an 82 year old woman. I once tripled myself. I was a homeless squatting in a community center. I murdered my probation officers. I've wanked off in my own coffin. I was gay once. Like super gay.
After my first two children died, I promised myself I would take any other fallen human child I found. I could not save seven of those children. Sometimes I wonder if I should even be a mother.
I hurt a lot of people. A lot. I didn't... didn't really want to, but I did. I don't like to remember. When I do I hate myself.
I can go back. If I want to or if I mess up, I can go back before and just do it all over again. I could do whatever I wanted, and nobody'd remember it but me and Flowey. It scares me.
I dunno how many times I've died.
I left... my brother behind. I didn't want to but he told me to no matter what I said. I still... I still think I shoulda done more to try to save him, but everybody was happy. I didn't want to take that away from them.
I never thought I'd live to the age of 30. I'm pretty damn surprised I lived to adulthood, honestly.
I started my career performing on stage in tights in front of a whole chorus of showgirls. And then also as an actor in B-quality propaganda films.
This being after I committed fraud with the federal government by falsifying my personal information on four separate occasions.
I piloted a plane into the ocean, mostly to save millions of people but also significantly because I wanted to die.
My best friend is on probably every most-wanted list there is and there is literally almost nothing I wouldn't do to protect him. I'm only mostly sure about the "almost".
The only woman I've ever loved married someone else, has great-grandchildren and is dying of old age. ...It's complicated.
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