I was at hospital this evening, visiting my uncle who's in there for a couple of days. Coming out, I saw this girl ahead of me that I knew. She's a year older than me, and friends with the girl who can't see any wrong with her boyfriend.

And here it is: her mother has cancer. It just makes you wonder how trivial our problems really are. I'm fretting about not being able to find a girlfriend, whilst she'll probably be crying her heart out at night praying for her mother to get better.

It's a bloody shame. I'd just love to go up to her and give her a really long hug. She's a really nice girl. I'd like to just say to her that I'm there for her, if she needs anything.

Seems like today I've been there for people to explain their moans and groans to me. I don't mind really, just that getting nothing in return pains me. I'm a "nice" boy, according to virtually every girl in the year. I sometimes wonder if I'm a bit too "nice". Seems to be that the only way you succeed in this life is if you're a right bastard. I don't want to be one though.

Somebody once said "Nice guys come last". I thought that was a load of crap. Yet day by day, it seems to be truer by the second.