(Late Hours, In Lezlie's Room)
I was brushing my hair, and was putting it in a proper shape, in front of the mirror with a sour expression on my face. Looking for a reason in my thoughts. It was just about the conclusion we all reached after the loss that we all were aware of.
My mistakes, have been, and were such an embarrassment, in front of the people that were way ahead of talent and hence determination, to just even be condemned with my own personal problems and have no sense of essential teamwork in the work we did.
I had even lost my consciousness halfway through the battle that we were fighting, I was just thinking about it every time I was alone.
