thinking

Sometimes I hate being so thick. My mum's a teacher so I don't know how I ended up not knowing as much as I should. Andrea's father and brother were probably right. I wasn't good enough for her. I'm just a fisherman's son. I can't offer anyone a real future. Maybe it's good I'm up here so I don't have to worry about supporting someone. I can't give a girl a real life. I can take care of myself and that's about it. And I don't even do that well. I like it here. But I can't live off them forever.

If I wasn't so stupid it wouldn't be a problem. I could be a success.