Diary Entry Number Five

Diary Entry Number Five (237 words)

Dear Diary,

Every time I save the world, I end up making it worse. I don't get it. I really don't. There was that time I stopped an evil genius from brainwashing the planet — and blew up half of Manhattan in the process. They're still rebuilding the city to this day. Oh, and that time when I saved the world from that undead Egyptian mummy — I blew up the pyramids with my laser eyes on that one, didn't I? You get the idea. Why is it that for me saving the day always includes a whole bunch of collateral ka-blammo?

Come to think of it, if I account for all the damage I've done over the years and compare it to all the evil I've stopped, I think the damage comes out on top. Am I unknowingly a supervillain? The worst of them all? Made even worse by the fact that everyone thinks I'm a hero. Maybe someone should put a stop to me putting a stop to bad guys. Perhaps I should put a stop to myself. No, I don't think so. It's best not to dwell on these things. At the end of the day, I'm only doing my best, and that's all you can do, right?

Note to self: pick up a needle and thread kit for the mask again. Better idea: make a better mask.