I regret the existence of that facet of my personality, whatever it is, that causes people to believe I am more evil than Satan and more malevolent than the Antichrist.

I regret that somehow my every statement can be twisted into one of hostility, vitriol, deliberate offense, or just plain distaste.

I regret that I can always manage to make people loathe me.

But after so many years and so much time, all I can do is sigh in quiet depression and accept that I am this flawed, that charisma was my dump stat, and that no power I possess can change this fact.

No matter how much pain it causes or how much grief I go through because of it.