The 757 have thrown me out of my own group. My friends are no longer my friends.
Luca did it. Yesterday, he called a meeting for everyone in The 757 except me.
He basically convinced them that I'm not cut out to be the leader of The 757, and that I caused everything. Which is true, yes, but...
There are no buts. What am I even talking about. This is good.
This is what I deserve.
I need to be alone. Away from everyone.
Degausser has faded away, and Sowing Season is completely broken.
I'm back to being me. A loser kid without a clue.
And that's what I deserve. I deserve, what I deserve.
I'm sorry everyone. I'll make this all right. I'll fix this all.
I'll get rid of Grey, for good. And me too. I'll fix the problem here.
Steven's phone number changed. I keep calling and calling, but someone else answers.
Tonight I bury my sins.