Dear Peter,
You are the worst kind of person; you only care about yourself. I hate the fact that you think that all of your actions are totally fine, and normal. I hate the fact that despite what you are, people still want to be your friend. Your crocodile tears got me kicked out of your dad's house, and broke our parents up. Everything that happened during Thanksgiving was your fault. Peter, YOU are the one who made up crap about my friends. YOU are the one who is selfish. I hate the fact that you are fat, but you don't act like it. You are the most immature person in the whole world, Peter, and you deserve every bad thing that happens to you.
p.s.
I hate your boyfriend. He's a pretty shitty friend too.
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