I've Been Robbed

Last night I went to see a friend of mine, and we went to see a show called "Unspoken Conversations" at the Bedlam Theatre. After the show we seperated to go to our own homes. Anyway, after I got off the bus at my home I was robbed, just a few steps from my door. Some guy came up to me and asked for one pound to buy chewing gum. I said I didn't have it. He kept on at me and said if I didn't give him a pound he would beat me up. I got out my wallet and rooted through for a pound and he grabbed my wallet. I tried to pull it back. He said if I didn't let go he would beat me up. So I did. He ran off. I had attracted the attention of a passer-by, who ran after him but lost him. She saw me back home and I reported the incident to the police, who came round and took a statement from me and the passer-by who gave her name and details as a witness. I spent last night at my parents.

I went out today with Emily and had a drink, which helped a lot. I went back to my flat, I wanted to at least spend one night there, even if just to prove to myself. my friend Alan came round and went out with him and Jackie for a drink.

I feel even more ashamed of myself than I do usually. I should have fought more, and I feel weak for letting him get away with my wallet. My mum sent me a text a few hours ago and said that she loved me, but I feel that my entire life I've let them down. My brother is out there at the West End in London, playing in the orchestra for "King Lear" with Ian McKellan, and I'm just nobody. My poor Gran, always had faith in me, she always thought I was going to be somebody in the world and mean something. I could never make her proud of me in life, but I alway wanted to jusatify her faith in me and her love for me. I may be nothing, but I want to make the people who love me or care about me proud. I just want to mean something.