Monday, December 20, 2010


Peter... Peter... Peter fucking' pumpkin eater!!! Why do you always ask me something when you and I both know I don't know anything about the trivial matter at hand. I do not know what you are talking about! Please stop talking to me about it. You will ask me time after time and I will still give you the same answer. NO, I do not know anything about it, maybe you should stop asking me because I'm going to punch you in the face! Go ask the person who originally knew about the matter, maybe Peter can help you.
Leave me alone and let me do my work in peace...


I hate you for hitting me. I hate you for kissing me. I hate that i used to trust you.
I hate you for playing with me. I hate you for being fake. I hate you for being a lair.
I hate that you used to be like a father to me. i hate that you used to be my best friend.
I hate you for hurting me. I hate you for making me go to the police.
I hate you because i have no one else to talk to.
I hate you for everything you have done to me.
I would love you, if you disappeared.
Peter, I hate you for making me cry.


To say 'I hate you, Peter' would be too much of an understatement- so is saying 'I absolutely abhor you and wish you every failure in life' or even ' I loathe you so much that I wish you were as dead as a doornail.'

But yeah, Peter. I hate everything about you: your ugly face, your stupidly thin frame, your stinking personality. But most of all, I hate the fact that you exist. So, do me and the rest of mankind a favour and go top yourself. And do it soon- we all can't wait.


I hate you peter. I hate you for making me feel like everything I did was insignificant. I hate you for making me feel guilty for our fall-out. You spend time on Facebook, telling everyone today's your low point. that you're so done with everything. When I tried to fix our relationship, I got nothing back. But you deleted me. really? that's how it's gonna be? You always told me you would never hurt me. i always believed you. i looked up to you like you wouldn't imagine. even after all the things that happened between us two years ago. Do you even remember that? but you look at me with disdain and it hurts. it hurts knowing that you aren't who you used to be. you aren't who i fell in love with so long ago. i went to you for everything, and i was just being a silly girl. but you're a real piece of work. you make people fall for you but know you will never reciprocate, not in friendships OR a relationship. you say you're not good enough, when everyone thinks you're arrogant. the peter you were three years ago is gone, and so is everything else i had with you. You cannot possibly understand how much that hurts me. especially when i considered you one of my best friends. sometimes i wish i knew what you were thinking, so i could understand why you treat people this way. and i wish you knew how it felt to be utterly heartbroken by someone you trusted more than anyone else. i hope one day you'll understand what it's like to be on the losing side of a 70%/30% relationship.


To my dearest peter,
can anyone believe you. not the lies you tell but you, everything about is horrible peter. you are only achild and we all already are saving up our money so you can live at home for the rest of your life- no it's true- i swear. no has ever told you, but we talk of it all the time, no joke. if i actually told this to your face you probably throw something at me, but i dont care. you are going to do absolutely nothing with you life. peter, let me ask you a question, can you imagine a 30 yearold balding man sitting all by his lonesome at a dirty home calling for his retired mother to make him dinner while he plays those hideous video games on his new console or maybe reading a comic book with almost no dialouge at all? you can?! goo, cause that is you. im not joking at all. i really hate you, and you scare me, you've ruined my life, my childhood, but i will NOT let you ruin my future.


Dear Peter,
I hate you Peter. I hate you for making me love you. I hate you for trying your hardest to be there for me and then disappearing. I hate you for picking her over me. I hate you for not caring for so long, and then trying to come back into my life. I hate you doing this! How could you do this to me? How could you just stop loving me?! You said you'd always be there! That's a fucking lie. You left. And now you're alone. Fuck you Peter. I fucking hate you.


I hate you peter for never seeing me. When you see me, you only see a freak, an outcast but never me. I'm a 2d character to you, how can you not see that I'm smart and talented. I know the things you say about me, the cruel words and snickers about me behind my back. Why do you pretend to care, why do you all pretend? People seem to think that in all humans we have the ability to be empathetic, whoever started that "rumor" doesn't know what they're talking about. People are never empathetic, we try to be, but as hard as we try we still hurt people, we still miss the obvious feelings of others in penchant for our own. So stop with the lies, stop with the fake concern, I can see straight through it, its just pathetic hearing you all try and cover your tracks. You almost make hating you too easy.