And at least you were sane enough to attempt to assist your friends.

My first day here I was greeted with a rather terrified looking Dave, asking me from when I am from. And then assuring me that in the future I am...oh, how did he put it.

Psycho. I am apparently 'batshit crazy' as they say, and it is going to happen no matter what I do, and from the way he spoke about it it isn't very pleasant.

I would much rather be told how nubby my horns are and be a hatched leader to my friends than crazy and scaring Dave of all people.

And the fact that our session managed to mess yours up so bad is also yet another tick on the "gee my life sucks" belt, Karkat. Do you think I enjoy hearing I may have been the cause of such a thing? Wait, may. I likely am, seeing as I am insane in the future. But do you think that sits well with me? As hard as I find it to believe, it still sits in my gut like a lead brick. The guilt that I could possibly have caused such a thing. For which I am sorry. Those words likely mean nothing, but there they are none the less.

And I may not know much about our session, however I do know that my life before it was nothing pleasant, save for when I was talking with the other three or lost in my books. My mother was cause for so much grief. So much facetious, careless grief.

So it is not as if I have had much of a stroll through the park either, in human terms.