dear peter,
i hate you for embarassing me. i hate you for acting like you didnt have a girlfriend. i hate you for rubbing my arms and laying next to me. i hate you for messing up my hair and putting a blanket on me. i hate you for sitting next to me when i was scared and making me laugh. i hate you for not talking to me anymore. i hate you for being nice to that other peter and not me. i hate you for ignoring me and pretending like i wasnt there. i hate you for making me like you. i hate you for hurting me. i hate you for not giving me an explination. i hate you for becoming one of them.
i hate you because you knew what you were doing.
love,
lost...
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