Just one word

I just realised yet again how bad I am at deciding if someone's good for me or not. Perhaps I'm too soft-hearted, or I am just completely blind...but one thing's for sure..I reckon I've met the bastard of all bastards...and he just showed his true colours last night. Or rather, he just basically reiterated the fact that guys are most of the time nice when they've got some ulterior motive or mayber the fact that guys with a little bit more money in their lives become so calculative that you really just not want to associate yourself with them. Ever.

Filthy really.

That bastard ever said to me once,
"I think you're nice to me because you're making use of me because of my money".
What the F**k really.

I need to get my head striaght. I can't believe that I just took such an insult lying down.

Get out of my life, because it doesn't have place for filth.