I can’t believe the cheek of Matt, he turned up at my door and said, “I need to talk to you.†What a total bastard. I told him I’d heard all I was interested to hear from him and slammed the door in his face. I hate him, I hate that pathetic prat who can only think with his dick. I can’t believe I was such an idiot, falling for all his crap and even sleeping with him, God, I could kick myself. He made me so angry, I decided that I wasn’t going to let him or that cow make me cock up my exams. But every now and then the good times I had with him come flooding into my head and I miss him so much it actually hurts. I feel like my stomach is one hollow hole and that my heart is physically aching. I hate them both; I really, really hate them both. It’s really hard because I know he is totally to blame, and then I think things like – well maybe he got a bit bored because I spent so long studying and couldn’t see him and wasn’t all that keen on sex. Then I think – so what, he shouldn’t get annoyed about that sort of thing, he should understand it and if he didn’t understand it, he should have said something.