I hate this.

Okay, fun's over, seriously.

When do I go home?

I hate this. I fucking hate being pulled in every god damned direction. God fucking hell.
Who are my parents? Are they the pathetic family Gray who could do nothing and who were worth nothing more than what's on the bottom of my shoe, or is it Angela Petrelli, who has treated me with more understanding than anyone? But, at the same time, I can't deal with being lied to, or betrayl. No that doesn't sit well with me at all.
Maybe God's point in all this. Taking away my powers. Maybe it was so I could end my own life and end all the pain I've caused. Not that I care so much about that. But maybe that's what she wants from all of this, because someone else killing me would just be blood on other peoples hands would it not?
Then the Angel Gabriel could return again to heaven, though, I don't know if I would be let in. Sinners aren't allowed through the gates are they, and I am one. One of the greatest, even though I don't regret a single thing I've done. In fact, they're what make me thrive. I live for the things I've done. But it's all gone. Like a king who has lost his kingdom, everything that meant something to me is gone, and I am left with nothing but the shell of my former self and the memories that make me go insane.
I need them back, I can't live without them, but God doesn't seem to think i should live with them either.
I can't exactly say that I would be good if I got them back again, oh no not at all. I live for the feeling of a new power. Learning a new ability, and then learning how to control it. It's what...makes me tick to put it like that.
No, I can't. This, this loss is too great.

I have a headache. Someone come fix me.

What the fucking fuck, dudes?

I know you were annoyed with me, Jackster, but this is so not cool. Where the heck did you find a teleporter? Chris? Frankie? Andy? Someone want to tell me what the hell is going on here?

. . . Ha. Fucking. Ha. Sorrel, Jacky, Andy, if this is your joke, you're SO dead!