Saturday 7th May 2022
I woke up sober enough to understand what happened. My Spider-Man costume was folded neatly on my chair and my suit was a crumpled mess, carelessly thrown on the floor. I felt rubbish and I had a headache.
I went downstairs to get a cup of tea. I was the only one in the house because my parents went out somewhere.
I don’t know what else to write, so I thought I’d end with a poem.
“I was stupid for having hopes that don’t match my capabilities
I had my head in the clouds looking at the possibilities
Like in an aquarium gazing at exotic fish
Too busy looking in awe; that’s how I didn’t get my wish
If I had the confidence, alcohol wouldn’t have been needed
In the end, “It’s only water” is what I pleaded
I guess I paid the price for my stupidity, but there’s always tomorrow
No point in looking back on yesterday’s sorrow
I think I’ll throw in the towel for now though.”
And one final note: I learnt a valuable lesson today. I don’t think I’ll pursue Grace anymore. There is a famous quote: “Don’t look for happiness in the same place you lost it.” I don’t think it’s worth the fuss and I'm fucking knackered.