The fling is over. There was an exchange of text messages this morning, and his was very harsh: basically he says that I’m crazy because I gave him mixed signals about my sexuality, which he hoped/believed to be wickedly reckless. He only wants to f/ck, he’s after inhumane sexual intercourse, and all the romanticism the other night was aimed at having a good f/ck with me. He’d kill me if he had to – he’s not the type of guy who cares. Not for me anyway.

It hurts. We did not even go all the way, but I feel used anyway.

He makes me puke. They all do. I hate them. I really do. Sick bastards.