Why Bother?

Not in the greatest of moods today.

I'm referring back to my post about my boyfriends mother confiding in me with an aspect of her health and not telling her son, well she only went and told her son that i knew and was keeping it from him...

She told him all about this like it was some great secret, behind his back and i knew he weren't pleased. He came up to me and said 'i believe you know something about my mum that i don't' it put me in a horrible horrible position. I hate keeping things from him and yes i wanted him to know but the way she told him was like, all this was just normal. She didn't explain why i kept it quiet or not. Then after all that she doesn't even bother telling me the results after she begged me to not tell anyone...... why do i bother?

I sometimes think I'm too nice to people, i go out my way and get nothing back in return yet i don't learn i just repeating the same mistake over and over again.

OK that over with now...

Funny thing happened to me yesterday, woke up at 7.30am frantically searching for a pen, i had dreamt of my essay question in my sleep (sad i know) and had sorted out the arguments that i was going to use whilst i was dreaming and subconsciously i must have woke myself up to note them down. I went back to sleep and woke up normally and looked at what i have wrote and i have got the basis of a really strong structured essay, so pleased at myself for that.

Right food is calling me

Speak soon