I HATE PETER WHO WILL PROBABLY NEVER READ THIS

Peterette. You probably will never read this, which is a good thing,
considering how angry I am at you right now. Yeah, I¹m fucking mad. I'm not
pissed, irritated, annoyed, or any other bullshit half assed word. I'm
angry. I hope you can figure out why, you¹re not stupid.
Let me just put it out there why I'm so mad- you treat me like shit. Flat
out. And I am sick and tired of you treating me this way, and I think you
need to stop. Every single time I've seen you this summer, or talked to
you, or anything, you've (each time) called me gay, an idiot, and a woman.
I'm not exaggerating- every time. I've been keeping track. It's not just
that, though- you do so when we're around our friends, you do so when we're
alone. You hit me constantly, for literally no reason at all. I'll say
something, anything it seems, and I receive a smack upside the head or in
the stomach. It's really, really unnecessary and I don't understand why you
keep acting like this.
And then there are other things that I just don't understand why you do
them. Any time I give you criticism on something or ask you to stop doing
something you either get really angry, ignore the advice, or just get upset
at me. Your new big thing is to ask if I have anything important to say to
you before hanging up on me. I don't care who you are, that's incredibly
rude. And then of course there was today, when you decided that you should
call me out about talking shit about Brooke. Ironically, I hadn't even said
anything. And I'm sorry but you're not someone to talk about that- you talk
shit about Nicole and Ana and other people and claim to be their friends, as
well. So please, don't start on that. I'm not even going to talk about how
you just lectured me on how alcohol is bad (after I had half of a beer, the
same as half a shot, essentially nothing) and now you are, as I'm writing
this, getting drunk.
Of course, my favorite part of all of this is how you tell me that I treat
my friends like shit. I'm sorry, but that's fucking hypocritical. I don't
want to talk about the amounts of emotional and psychological damage you've
done to me over the course of the past few months. Frankly, you probably
don't want to hear about it.
I love how it's only me that you do this to, also. Everyone else, even if
they annoy you, or any of that, you're really nice to. I've never heard you
say anything rude or mean about anyone else- just me.
I guess I can just put this really shortly- you treat me like shit, and it
needs to stop. Now. You've told me enough times that I need to get over
you. Well, it's getting to be really easy now. Congratulations.
I'm just going to put this out there now, though I don't think
it's at all what you want to hear, expect to hear, or any of those things.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you're reading this, (ironic considering I don't
think you ever will), I'm sorry for everything stupid I've said or done, I'm
sorry. I just don't think the way you're handling it is the right way. And
I really think you need to understand that. I'm always going to love you,
in one way or another, and I want things to be better between us. I get that
I can annoy you sometimes, I get that you think I'm an arrogant bastard, but
you really don't need to handle things this way. It's not okay.
Again, I'm so sorry for having to do this.
I love you.
Lost and Broken in San Diego

I HATER PETER WHO ALWAYS CALLED ME THE LIAR

you sick fuck.

i can't believe the way you made me hate myself.. you deserve to die.
not me.. you really fucking made me wanna kill myself.
you'd always blame it on me. made me think it was my fault.
made me think you were so perfect and never hurt me.
but the truth is that you were the one that lied.
you always called me the liar.
whenever i was sad you told me to shut the fuck up and concentrate on you cause i had to love you and forget everything else.
you separated me from my friends.. made me forget my family.
my head was drowned of thoughts of you. you brainwashed me.
its been a year since i've talk to you.. and even though its good.. i still want you to die.
i think about you and i want to pull out my teeth.
you're the most controlling person i've ever met.
after i broke up with you, you still wanted me not to date anyone after you.
wtf is that? what the hell is wrong with you?
you're out of my life and you still want to control me?
and then you send me emails, letters, cards and presents and never leave me alone?
what the FUCK is wrong with you?
you say you still think about me everyday and want to talk to me again.
well guess what? i don't. so fuck off and leave me alone.
it took you like... 4 years to get over your ex and you still blabbered on to me about how you were so sad when she cheated on you.
then of course you had suspicious thoughts about me cheating on you!
I SHOULD HAVE. YOU'RE FUCKING HORRIBLE!
but no.. i loved you. and of course. with you brain washing me i thought i did.. and i didn't want to hurt you.
you're an idiot. seriously. you blamed me when i couldn't talk to you because i was busy out doing things with my family. WHAT IS THAT?! i'm busy! I CAN'T FOCUS ON YOU ALL DAY! SERIOUSLY!
i have my own things to do. why don't you understand that?
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?
you made me stop seeing my best friend! she warned me about you..
i should have listened.
but no..
i stood up for you. and told her that she was being ridiculous.
YOU WERE!
that totally ruined our friendship.
but you know what? i was still friends with her.
i was still talking to all my friends and doing things with them.
i had to lie to you so i could have freedom!!
WHO HAS TO DO THAT!?
YOU'RE SO WRONG ITS NOT FUNNY!
i broke the necklace you gave me and burned those letters and cards. i burned the presents you gave me for my birthday.
i bet you cry yourself to sleep after that day i finally left you.
i bet thats how pathetic you truly are.
it was 6 months of torture. it felt like forever.
you made my depression worse. i bet you knew i was young and vulnerable and thats why you did it.
you're so fucking disgusting. thinking about you makes me want to kill you.
good thing i can never see you because if i did then you'd be dead faster than you could blink.
i hate you. I HOPE YOU FUCKING BURN IN HELL!

I HATE PETER WHO SPOILED TWO YEARS OF HIGH SCHOOL

Peter
Two years ago, I moved to this school. I had to put up with my shitty class, with prejudiced people, with people making fun of and misjudging me just because I came from a private and preppy school, not knowing me at all. I tolerated it, I was always nice and polite, yet I wanted to cry, to move back, because obviously, I was the problem, I was the new chick, I was this and that.
FUCK YOU, PETER, fuck you for pulling my hair, for punching me, for making me vomit my breakfast everyday, for spoilling these two high school years, the best years of my life; and many other thing I've luckily forgotten, oherwise I'd be seeing a psychologist by now.
Fuck you, Peter, for being an ass to me when your girlfriend came from the same school I did. I screwed you hard, didn't I Peter? You guys broke up, and all because of me, because I told your girlfriend you were kissing and hugging other girls. She asked me, and I gave her the truth. Unconvinient, eh, Peter?
Suddenly, you realised I was doing judo since February, right? You realised I could easily beat your ass whenever I wanted, right? I started ignoring you, fucked up Peter, and you, either scared by my new "power" or ashamed that your favourite scapegoat was making you look like a fool, kind of stopped, didn't you, PUSSY CAT??
I HATE YOU, PETER x 100000000000000000000000000000000000000000 times

Sincerely,
Less Than Pleased in Portugal

I HATE PETER WHO IS SO RICH AND SO SPOILED

I hate You Peter

I hate You for everything

I hate you for all the illusions

I hate you since the beginning

I hate you for this that I liked you so much

I hate you for this that I fell in love

I hate you for this that I dreamed of you a hundred times

I hate you that you treated me like a stupid bitch

I hate you that I humiliated my self so much

I hate you for all those tears I cried

I’ve never cried so much before

Never

I hate you for that

I hate you for my prayers

I prayed a thousand times

I hate you for my missing you

For my sadness

For disillusion

For my doubting in my own value

I hate you for this waiting

I wait night and day for your stupid messages

That you don’t care

I hate you for that that I was just another babe for you

I hate that you fucked all those women

I hate you than I fucking came to know that

I hate you for all those tears I cry

I howled

I thought I’d die

I think so all the time

I really hate you for that

I hate you for all those humiliation I had

For all those stupid confessions I made I told so many people I loved you so fucking much

They all know I am so stupid

I am so ashamed for that and I really really hate you for that

I hate you for all you did to me

I hate you that you don’t fucking care

I hate you that you don’t think about me

I hate you that I was noone for you

And I cant stop seeing you for one second day or night

I hate you that you love her

I hate you that it lasts for so fucking long

Fucking two years

I hate all those stupid love letters I wrote to you

I hate you for all that hopeless hope I still have

I hate you that I am thinking of you dreaming of you whereas you have fucking fun with all the women you want

I hate you that you are so rich and so spoilt

I hate you that you are laughing at me

I hate my being so naïve

I hate you that I despise myself for all I have done in connection with you

I hate you so much

So fucking much

I hate my searching for you , everywhere, all the time, it’s so humiliating

I hate you that I am waiting every second

For a message that’s not coming now

I hate you

I hate you that I have no respect for myself that I treat myself like a stupid unworthy woman

I hate everything about you

I hate you for all my stupid dreams

I hate you for all my stupid ideas

I hate you for all my stupid visions

I hate you that I cannot trust myself anymore

I hate you that you are with her

I hate you that I am jealous

I hate you that I saw her

I hate you that you chose her

I hate you that you preferred her to me

I hate you that you are with her when I am waiting like a stupid bitch

I hate you that you fucked this stupid bitch who introduced us to each other

I hate you that you fucked her when I was dreaming of you and praying for you

I hate you for all those scraps you give me

I hate you that I am waiting for these scraps

I hate you that I want to give up everything for you

I hate you that I hate myself for all that

I hate you for all this fucking long time I wasted waiting in vain

I hate you for all the fun you had when I was dying and crying living on illusions

I hate you that I don’t know if this will ever finish

It’s been lasting longer than any other stupid cios in my life

I hate you for all these tears

I hate you for my heartache

I hate everything about you

I hate you

I hate you

I hope I will never see you again

I hope I will forget about you

I really fucking hate you and everything that happens to me

I HATE PETER WHO WAS NOTHING WHEN I MET HIM

You know what Peter? i hate you. Thats all i can really say.
You've used me, fucked me around and cheated on me. All under my nose, you lied to me about sleeping with my best friend for 9 months. Nine fucking months Peter. Don't you have an ounce of guilt in your heart? I never even looked at anyone else.

You were fucking NOTHING when i met you, you were a little geeky ass nerd with no friends until you met me, i know thats a harsh thing to say but it's true. You met all my friends and became "Mr Popular". You turned into a fucking asshole who lost all his self-respect. You drink because it's cool, you take the piss out of me cause with your "mates" cause it's cool, you've left all your rue friends behind because theyre all uncool.

When you hit me was the last straw, in front of my fucking mother as well, i still have the bruise. She keeps going on about "violent relationships". i can't belive we're now classed as that.

Yes im still with you, but not for long peter. It's been over a year now, and i can't see this lasting much longer.
And i don't know what to do.


Last.
Fucking.
Straw.

I HATE PETER WHO I SHOULD HAVE LEFT IN THE NAIL SALON THAT DAY

Dear Peterette,
You are the dumbest fucking bitch I've ever met. I can't even tell you all the stupid things you've done because then I'd be stuck here typing for the rest of my life! First off, to begin with, Most of the time you'd come up with these expensive ideas and once we got there and once we had already started you would tell me that you had no money. You know, I should have just left you in that nail salon that day, Should have told the manager that you promised to pay your way, then I'd pay for my manicure, and leave. But no, I walked to your house, [Which is in a new town because you fucked up so bad in my town that you left to "start a new leaf" without drugs, or alcohol, or promiscuous sex] and I guess that was my mistake, Another thing that was undeniably my mistake was going up on the roof of your house with you, Don't ask me why I did it. We went through your younger sister's window And we stayed up there for a bit, then we said how we'd go back inside, but you said that I had to pop the window screen back in from the outside or else your mother would kill you, so I put it in, and I took a step back, and a roof shingle slid out from under my foot, I went tumbling down from the second story and hit concrete, do you know that 50% of people who fall off of the second story roof DON'T survive? And There's rarely any visible trauma on them because it's all internal bleeding? I'm probably the luckiest person alive for landing on my feet, but you didn't see that. You just came out the back door and saw me gagging from the intense amount of pain, and the first thing most NORMAL people would've done? Called an ambulance. But what did you say? "Hey, If you stop crying I'll give you some of my mom's boyfriend's vodka."

Peterette, what on earth happened to turning over a new leaf?! You know, just because you still do illegal drugs and drink underage and do anyone that has a pulse, doesn't mean that I Wasn't serious. But of course you just help me walk into the kitchen and sit me down while I try to call my mom, Well, my mom wasn't picking up, and that pain was still as bad as it was when it first started, so thirty minutes after the incident I called the ambulance myself, So with all paramedic procedures they brought a fire truck along with an ambulance, and because of the fact that I was the one who called and it had been so long, the cops came. The moment the cops got there Peterette, you threw a fit, I had no idea why. Maybe if you, your mother, and your older siblings weren't such fuck-ups your little sister wouldn't be so horrified of the cops, and little did I know at the time that the reason you were so pissed wasn't ONLY because the same cops who gave you a ticket for trying to set a TREE ON FIRE but ALSO because you had a fully loaded BONG in your room. Maybe if your NINE YEAR OLD little sister could wipe her own ass and flush the toilet and your mom wasn't out drinking every night and driving on a suspended DUII license the cops wouldn't have even shown up.

And maybe if you hadn't said so many aweful things and threatened me and told me how I only had a sprained toe up until I sent you the x-rays of my completely shattered bones.

I really hope the police do something with your sister, no child deserves to be neglected like that, and I really feel bad for your boyfriend, only God knows what he's probably caught from you.

With cold reguards,

Graduating on time but limping up to get diploma.

I HATE PETER WHO TOOK ME AWAY FROM MY HOME COUNTRY

I hate you Peter. I fucking hate you for taking me away from my birth mother, and bringing me to this god forsaken country. I hate you for pushing me so hard that I have now cracked and now am a borderline crazy. I hate you for interefering in the bringing up of my own son.

You are a fucking fat ugly CUNT Peter, and I can't get over what you've done to me.

You know what, I could happily walk away from you and never have to see you again, Peter. I am an adult, Peter- incase you've forgotten, and I am sick of being treated like my 2 year old son.

Peter, I am never going to forget the way you treated me when I was a child, and I will never fucking forgive you. I hate the way you talk with your mouth full, I hate the way you fucking look like a spazzed out pig in a wig, I hate that your connected with me in any way. I am fucking ashamed of you Peter. You make me fucking sick.

Will you drop dead, Peter?

You took me away from my home country Peter- why the fuck did you adopt me. I'd much rather have stayed there than live here with you. I hate every inch of you, every fibre. You are rotten to the fucking core.

You are a thief Peter. You take all of my income, and spend it on yourself. You say its for food, for bills. But there is shit all in the house!!! You take over 150 pounds off me every week. And for what. I am capable of buying mine and my sons things Peter. STOP CONTROLLING MY LIFE PETER. You are worse than my son's violent father.

Fuck you Peter. I wish i'd never met you.

I HATE PETER WHO SHOULD NEVER HAVE DID WHAT HE DID TO ME

I HATE YOU PETER!

I hate you because you should never did what you did to me! You just can't imagine how difficult it is to still live like this after more than a year! You moved on so easily!! And I fuckin' hate you for that! I'm stuck on you and that really annoys me, as I should be living the best years of my life, having a lot of fun. But I'm NOT! Just because of you. Because you're an asshole!
It hurts even more when I think that I might not get over this or not that soon.. You didn't take the time to lie.. And I have so many questions without answers! WHY?! Why did youdid me that? Did I deserve it? What was that?! AND WHY??
That makes me think that what I hold are just memories of something that wasn't real, memories that we barely made! Maybe that wasn't important for you.. But WHY?
Please, come back..

P.S. I FUCKIN' LOVE YOU, Peter! Can't you understand that?

I HATE PETER WHO MESSES WITH MY ALREADY FUKED UP HEAD!

Peter,

I hate you peter, for all the pain and grief you have ever caused me. i cannot belive i fell in love with a guy who carries a mirror in his back pocket, and loves himself more than he loves his own family! I hate the way you think you an pull any girl you like, but mate dont be thinkin your the bees knees, cause i tell you now, i only fell in love with your personailty, your looks didnt even catch my attention! Youve been actin like a 'bad boy' since day one, yet when people want to beef with you, you act vegetarian, PUSSY MUCH? The way you go on about how u love your family so much and you want the best for your little brother, yet you drink, smoke, fight, go out late night, in front him. and yet you sit here saying to me how your teaching him responsibilty? babe you make me SICK! you make me more than sick, you make me want to puke out my insides so you can cut them into severall pieces and make me eat them again! i have never wished death upon anyone, but you give me a reason too.

you think your gods gift, you think you can walk in and out of my life whenever it pleases you, what about me? oh wait its proberlly never occured to you has it? i've never met someone so heartless, so self centerd, so obnoxious. well i guess i have now thanks to you. why dont you just stand up and take a mother fuking bow PETER! why dont you stand up in front of an audience and wait for your standing ovation, for hurting me. are you happy peter? congrats youve won the award of 'biggest P.I.M.P' must feel good walking down the street, holding your head up high! its ashame i cant do that, cause at the same time you won your award i won mine 'girl that got played' i hope people spit at you while you walk round thinking your K.I.N.G. because baby if i ever saw you not only would i be spitting at you, ill be spitting on your grave!

hearing your voice, your name, seeing your face, your name makes me wanna drown in my own blood! makes me wanna die in my own tears. i hate you, i hate what you have become, i hate how you treat people, how you treated me, how you put the wool over my eyes, how i thought you loved me, when you never even knew the word. I FUKING HATE YOU PETER. i hate how i fuking loved you so much i would have gave my life for you, i hate how you make me hate myself, you make me think how i wasnt good enough, you make me wanna die.

I remmeber when you broke up with me, to you get back with peter 2 [your ex] which i also fukin detest!! stupid sket she is, fuks anyone and everyone. i rmemeber when i layed in bed that night, my sheets and pillows coverd in tears, i remeber praying to god asking him to take me with him, so i can be safe with god and not get hurt. you made me want to die peter, you made me cry myself to sleep every night for 6 whole months, you made me sacred of speaking to any other guy, of going out and seeing you, of being happy. and yano what yano fucking what! you shud be the one the dies, i should have been whishing you dead not me!! i wished myself to go to heaven every night, when i should have been wishing for you to BURN IN HELL. yes. burn in hell peter, slowley burn in hell you and peter 2!

You have wrecked me up do you know that? you make me scared of ever liking a guy, i dont know but something wierd is happning to me, i dont feel attracted to guys no more, evrything a guy ses or does puts me off. I dont know weather its because im just totally fed up of giving my heart away to someone that dont hold it. i dont even know :(. I sit here alone hating you every miniute of the day, i dont know weather its because i still love you and im in denial. but all i wana know is why peter, why the fuck do u like watching me die. watching me drown in my own sorrow.

I sit here and i pray that you suffer, that you suffer so much you want to die. but i also know that if you did suffer i would suffer knowing your suffering. its wierd because even tho i hate you SO MUCH, why isit that i would help you if you was ever in pain? mabey because i do deeply stil love you. Even tho you wrecked my family, broke my heart, humiliated me in front of everyone. Im a fool, a fool in love.

Peter you really cut me up and stood on my face, but at the same time you opened my eyes. I know i have to move on, i know. 3 years of lovin you, didnt turn out so great, but what can i do? even if god gave me a chance to get you bak, i dont think i would want to. you are a mother fukin cunt PETER, a mother fukin fuked up little prick who i love :( yet will always hate.

please just go and rot in hell, for everyones sake.

BITCHED UP IN BIRMZ BABY!

I HATE PETER WHO THINKS HE'S THE BEST AND THINKS HE CAN MAKE FUN OF ME AND MY FRIENDS

Dear Peter,

So, today's the best time to tell you what a stupid, arrogant, crackbrained asshole you are! You won't believe how many things I want to tell you. I want to tell you face-to-face, but I can't, 'cause everytime I have to see your selfish face, I almost have to throw up.

I hate you for so many reasons, Peter! First: You are a narcissistic bastard. I can't stand the way you look at the people who think 'bout you just like me. Come on! Do you think you're better than others? Do you think you rule? Oh please, Peter, you're just a piece of shit.

You make fun of us just for ONE reason: Because you fucking know that we're damn right! Because you fucking know that WE know who and how you are! So, please, call us ugly, call me and my friend 'fat'. So what? At least we aren't assholes like you are! At least we can live with a clean conscience because we don't hurt people like you do.

You're jealous, pissed and angry because you know that we got REAL friends who like us for how we are and not for our money or some other shit.

I'm so sick of hating you, Peter. I'm sick of that fucking wish to kill you.

Fuck you, Peter. Fuck you and all your stupid, brainless friends. Fuck you all.

With no love,

Fed Up in Germany

I HATE PETER WHO SHOT A ZEBRA AND HELPED KILL A LION

Dear Peter,

For years I was willing to write off your insensitive emails about your daddy-funded African romp as you being ... you. I mean, you're insanely ignorant and insensitive, not to mention weird, but at least you weren't hurting anyone.

And then you went and shot a Zebra.

Peter, I wish I was making this up. Hell, I wish YOU were making this up. But no, you sent us picture evidence of your "hunt" where you used the carcass of your Zebra to hunt LION.

Peter, I'm pretty sure that's illegal in like 40 countries, against the Geneva conventions, and you can probably be deported for that.

I looked it up and the kind of Zebra you shot is in fact endangered. Not to mention the lion you helped kill. I can't imagine a more apt analogy for brutal American/European colonialism continuing to rape and pillage the great nation of Africa than the picture you sent of you, kneeling over your kill, smiling like you just hit a hole in one.

I hate you, Peter. And I'm going to get them to revoke your American citizenship if I can. Oh god, I hate you.

-Disbelieving in DC

I HATE PETER WHO I HATE FOR MANY REASONS

Dear Fucking Peter
I fucking hate you so much,.
I hate how i loved you
I hate how you made me love you
I hate how pathetic i looked when loving you
I hate how you think its fucking funny to mess around with me.
I hate how you think its funny im fucking angry.
I hate how you think its okay that im angry.
I hate how you said you cared and never really fucking did.
I hate how you can leave me on the floor like this, so fucking angry,.
I hate how you arent even here so that i can fucking take your head and smash it into the wall until you bleed, cut off your balls and make you eat them.
I hate you.
I fucking HATE YOU.

I HATE PETER WHO RUIINED THE FRIENDSHIP

I HATE YOU PETER! You think that I ruined your wedding because I said I don’t like going to churches..ON FACEBOOK, well I don’t! I AM PAGAN, do I need to remind you about something called the burning times?? It’s a facebook status, MY STATUS, MY THOUGHTS, get over it! Who the hell has time to check Facebook on their freaking wedding day? The fact that you were nothing but RUDE to me since DAY ONE when you STARTED dating my friend. Your smug attitude, your dislike for anything we invited you to, the fact you thought you were superior. Well here is a WAKE UP CALL…. Your NOT! You’re a university dropout wearing an ugly brown shirt, married and living in your parents basement does not make you anything other then average, and you dragged my friend down with you. The fact that you isolated my friend from all their other peers. The fact that you have busted apart a strong friendship just because your big fat ass put on an ugly wedding dress. Your controlling and manipulative Peter, you don’t deserve my friend. The funniest thing Peter, is that your Wedding party looked better then you.

Waiting for the divorce, St Johns NF