I hate you Peter, for slowly working to break down the walls I had built to keep myself from getting hurt. I hate you because of the way you made me fall in love with you and knew that I was hooked so you took advantage of it. I hate that you wasted my time with you trying to help you when no one else would. I hate you because you acted like you really cared about me, but secretly you plotted. I hate you Peter for stealing my money, for threatening me with harm. I hate you Peter because I was the victim in your battle with depression, BPD, Bi Polar Disorder, and many other yet to be diagnosed mental illnesses. I hate you Peter because of the time you came and tried to kick down my hotel room door, but called me back begging me to talk to you and I did. I hate you Peter for ignoring my calls to return my phone I had bought for you when you were using me still, and then when I showed up at your door, you slammed it in my face, ignored my pleas to just return my phone, and instead you CALLED THE COPS ON ME! ( The cops said you were shifty and obviously lying too). I hate you Peter for comforting me when I was very down, and telling me everything would be okay and you would be there for me...when you knew you wouldn't. I hate you for telling him that I had dumped you in the street when I had fed you for three days, put you up in my hotel room, filled your car with gas, gave you money for spending, and bought a steak dinner for you before giving you my cell phone to borrow and heading home. I hate you peter for taking your Aunt and her friends to my favorite restaurant and ignoring me that night ( you and I had reservations I had told you !). I hate you Peter for getting me to spend the time and money on fixing your old bosses house and furnace.....you got the credit for it, and I got stiffed with the bills. I hate you Peter for talking me into paying your rent for storage, at your old place and new....I hate you for using me to help you move, and getting me to rent the moving truck and fill it with gasoline, while you yelled at me all day long at the moving place. I hate you Peter for giving me a book about Crickets, reading me your BULLSHIT story and telling me that a cricket who is alone, will never sing, and then you left me alone. I hate you for stealing the yogurt from my refrigerator and leaving all of your food there, because I was very sick with antibiotics and needed the biosism . I hate you Peter for talking to me all the time like I was a piece of shit, and for telling lies about being with me to your family members, so they would think bad about me and help you shut me out. I hate you Peter for calling me and telling me you were now HIV positive and that I needed to be checked for other STD s after exposing me to all of them for 9 months while you f'd around with who knows who or what. I hate you Peter for making me sad, depressed, and crushed and for exploiting my abandonment fear I had shared with only you out of everyone in the world I could have.I hate you Peter for leaving me at the dinner table and with the food arriving while you went to the train station and tried to take the rail home. I hate you Peter for copying my personal information into your "logs" to use against them or me later on. I hate you Peter for loosing the stolen. I hate you Peter for trying to frame me , for taking over your online accounts when I did not accept those discounts nor did I accept those policies'.
Most of all Peter, I hate you because you always hated me, but used me to get what you wanted and cared about, and then burned me like a moth near a flame. I hate you for making me watch our sex tapes that we had planned to edit together and for making me listen to my songs for you that you may never ever hear.
I hate you Peter for not telling me your okay when that is all I really cared about..................are you?
The Loneliest Cricket
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
I HATE PETER WHO SCREWED ME OVER
Peter i hate you because you screwed me over and made me believe you. You fake ass. How sad are you. Your the lowest piece of life.
I HATE PETER WHO IS A SELF-ABSORBED, MARRYING TWAT
i hate you peter. i hate the fact that you are married. i hate the fact that when you are away from me i want to smash every breakable in the house. I hate you peter for expecting me to be on tap whenever YOU want. Peter, i hate the fact that even though you are married if i get so much as a sniff of male attention in a pub, club or even on Facebook you point the finger and call me a slut. I hate you Peter for not telling me stuff and letting me find out on social networking sites what you are up to. Peter, i then hate it that you will insist that not telling me is merely for my own protection, you don't want to hurt me. WELL PETER, DOING STUFF BEHIND PEOPLES BACKS IS LYING!!! its just semantics! Peter, i believe its more about what exactly you can get away with. I think it gives you a huge fucking buzz not only to pull the wool over your wifes eyes but over your mistress' (yes i know you hate that word) as well. Oh look at me, i'm peter and i'm so fucking masterful, i must be a right fucking stud!!!
Peter, i hate that loop over there!!! that one over there >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> the one you constantly leave me out of.
Peter, i cant abide the fact that we may argue and instead of resolving things you fuck off back to your wife and then hurl abuse at me via the internet. Peter, i hate your ability to expect me to be fine when you have ignored me for a day or so after arguing. The problem is still there and has probably magnified.
Peter i hate the fact that you have always been and will always remain a habitual liar ... i cant believe a fucking word that comes out of your mouth so when you tell me that you no longer sleep with your wife and its only a marriage on paper all i see coming out of your mouth is bullshit.
Peter i hate the fact that you feel you have the right to ring me any given time day or night and expect me to answer first time. You tend to accuse me of being up to allsorts. well i have a fucking life too you know. I AM NOT YOUR POSSESSION!
Despite all of this Peter, i actually hate myself more. I despise and detest myself for the person i have become. I hate myself for not having the strength or the courage to tell you to FUCK OFF OUT OF MY LIFE and i appall myself that with all the nasty cuntish behaviour you inflict upon me i still love you, yearn for you and think about you constantly when you are not here!
Peter, i hate that loop over there!!! that one over there >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> the one you constantly leave me out of.
Peter, i cant abide the fact that we may argue and instead of resolving things you fuck off back to your wife and then hurl abuse at me via the internet. Peter, i hate your ability to expect me to be fine when you have ignored me for a day or so after arguing. The problem is still there and has probably magnified.
Peter i hate the fact that you have always been and will always remain a habitual liar ... i cant believe a fucking word that comes out of your mouth so when you tell me that you no longer sleep with your wife and its only a marriage on paper all i see coming out of your mouth is bullshit.
Peter i hate the fact that you feel you have the right to ring me any given time day or night and expect me to answer first time. You tend to accuse me of being up to allsorts. well i have a fucking life too you know. I AM NOT YOUR POSSESSION!
Despite all of this Peter, i actually hate myself more. I despise and detest myself for the person i have become. I hate myself for not having the strength or the courage to tell you to FUCK OFF OUT OF MY LIFE and i appall myself that with all the nasty cuntish behaviour you inflict upon me i still love you, yearn for you and think about you constantly when you are not here!
I HATE PETER WHO HAD SEX WITH ALL THOSE NASTY GIRLS
I hate you Peter, for everything that happened between us.
I hate you for having sex with all those nasty girls.
I hate you for stealing my BEST FRIENDS iPod and pretending like you didn't know shit about it.
I hate you for using my best friend, you knew she'd give you anything you asked for.
I hate you for somehow getting her to like you AGAIN after she knew you stole her iPod nano.
I hate how I was mad at her for a month only to end up talking to you again.
I hate how we hooked up and then you stopped coming to school.
I hate how I told a massive amount of people I loved you when you were gone.
I hate how you changed when you broke up with your girlfriend.
I hate you for dragging on our friendship for so long then in the end stealing from me.
I hate how I made you a cake for your birthday and you liked it.
I hate how cute you are when you smile.
I hate the fact our friendship was worth $50.
I hate you for talking to the biggest slut at our school.
I hate the way you thought you could steal from me, lie to my face, and still get me back.
I hate how every single day after we stopped talking you'd stare at me.
I hate how you remember everything we did.
I hate how I've never heard you say I'm sorry to anyone.
I hate it how you almost made me lose my 2 best friends, the people I really do love and care about.
I hate it how you care about no one and nothing.
I hate it how you can screw anyone over.
I hate it how after all this shit I still love to see you.
I hate it how after all this shit I still love you.
I hate it how I want you back even after you fucked over my best friend multiple times I forgave you.
I hate how you probably know all of this already.
I hate you for having sex with all those nasty girls.
I hate you for stealing my BEST FRIENDS iPod and pretending like you didn't know shit about it.
I hate you for using my best friend, you knew she'd give you anything you asked for.
I hate you for somehow getting her to like you AGAIN after she knew you stole her iPod nano.
I hate how I was mad at her for a month only to end up talking to you again.
I hate how we hooked up and then you stopped coming to school.
I hate how I told a massive amount of people I loved you when you were gone.
I hate how you changed when you broke up with your girlfriend.
I hate you for dragging on our friendship for so long then in the end stealing from me.
I hate how I made you a cake for your birthday and you liked it.
I hate how cute you are when you smile.
I hate the fact our friendship was worth $50.
I hate you for talking to the biggest slut at our school.
I hate the way you thought you could steal from me, lie to my face, and still get me back.
I hate how every single day after we stopped talking you'd stare at me.
I hate how you remember everything we did.
I hate how I've never heard you say I'm sorry to anyone.
I hate it how you almost made me lose my 2 best friends, the people I really do love and care about.
I hate it how you care about no one and nothing.
I hate it how you can screw anyone over.
I hate it how after all this shit I still love to see you.
I hate it how after all this shit I still love you.
I hate it how I want you back even after you fucked over my best friend multiple times I forgave you.
I hate how you probably know all of this already.
I HATE PETER WHO I WISH WAS HERE FOR ME
i hate you peter , this always happens you acted like you cared , like i ment somehting , like you'd look after me ,
peter you make me cry all the times , peter you make me sad , peterr i dont know whyy this is how it is , i wish you were here fr me , i wish i didnt care so much about youu , i wish i not like this. you make me feel like i just wantt too die .
peter you make me cry all the times , peter you make me sad , peterr i dont know whyy this is how it is , i wish you were here fr me , i wish i didnt care so much about youu , i wish i not like this. you make me feel like i just wantt too die .
I HATE PETER WHO IS SOMETIMES AN ANGEL
Dear Peter,
i sincerely and wholeheartedly hate you. most of the time. sure, sometimes you're a real angel. you're nice, and i want to keep talking to you again and again. but then, your most redeeming (or not so redeeming) qualities that help make you this wonderfully hateable person set in. i hate how you always say you want to be my friend. but then you don't show it. hey peter, ever heard the saying actions speak louder than words? obviously you haven't, because 1. You're an idiot with no sense. 2. Your actions do not match your words. Oh yeah and ever heard of that saying "bros before hos" or "chicks before dicks"? You prolly haven't. You ditched me, and other friends for your significant other. And then there's your texting speed. You have many times over shown me how fast you can text. But then you don't text back because you are "asleep". Or a.k.a. "busy" macking on your significant other. All you think about is yourself. You want me there, to help with homework soley. What a jerk. You use me. I just wish you would've told me so i didn't waste my life trying to become closer to you. i hate when people do that. i have wasted so much of my love, time, energy, texts, and brain cells on you. you are a simple organism that only takes and never gives. yet i can't stop going back to you. i am addicted to you. i admit it but can't stop. so i write this. i am pitiful. i need you, i hate you, i want you out of my life. so why can't you just say whatever it is to me that tells me how you really feel so i can stop this waste of my life. right now. i hate you. peter. i hate. you.
Love/hate
your worst enemy/fantasy bff
i sincerely and wholeheartedly hate you. most of the time. sure, sometimes you're a real angel. you're nice, and i want to keep talking to you again and again. but then, your most redeeming (or not so redeeming) qualities that help make you this wonderfully hateable person set in. i hate how you always say you want to be my friend. but then you don't show it. hey peter, ever heard the saying actions speak louder than words? obviously you haven't, because 1. You're an idiot with no sense. 2. Your actions do not match your words. Oh yeah and ever heard of that saying "bros before hos" or "chicks before dicks"? You prolly haven't. You ditched me, and other friends for your significant other. And then there's your texting speed. You have many times over shown me how fast you can text. But then you don't text back because you are "asleep". Or a.k.a. "busy" macking on your significant other. All you think about is yourself. You want me there, to help with homework soley. What a jerk. You use me. I just wish you would've told me so i didn't waste my life trying to become closer to you. i hate when people do that. i have wasted so much of my love, time, energy, texts, and brain cells on you. you are a simple organism that only takes and never gives. yet i can't stop going back to you. i am addicted to you. i admit it but can't stop. so i write this. i am pitiful. i need you, i hate you, i want you out of my life. so why can't you just say whatever it is to me that tells me how you really feel so i can stop this waste of my life. right now. i hate you. peter. i hate. you.
Love/hate
your worst enemy/fantasy bff
I HATE PETER WHO USES A WEBCAM AT MIDNIGHT
I loathe you. I thought we were friends. You even said I was one of your best friends. I wish I knew what a liar you were then instead of learning it on webcam at midnight. I wouldn't have spent so much time talking to you and hanging out with you and listening to your pointless words. I wish I had known that YOUZE A BITCH. Even though those were great times... they were lies. And that's all that matters now. Go to hell, Peter. Or for you, Texas.
Crying in Chandler
Crying in Chandler
I HATE PETER WHO IS MY PARENTS
Dear Peters, I hate you. I hate you because your rude and you don't listen to your own daughter. I hate you because you won't let me lie down when I come home for more than 3 seconds before you start to nag me about my room. I hate you because even though I am terrified of spiders, you made me sleep in a bed full of them. I hate you because you won't let me sleep in HER room so I can be in a clean, spider-free room even though SHE won't be back for like 3 weeks. I hate you because you don't care about your daughter who is pissed off. I hate you Peter, because you always runaway when we argue, and when I try to talk to you or prove my point you yell at me for argueing. I hate when you say your right without proof, or without reason tell me Im wrong, because your an adult and Im the child. I hate when you constantly remind me to do something because you think Im gonna forget. I hate how whenever I do this, and this and that for you, you are still acting like the victim, your still mad even though I've cleaned my room and unpacked and have done the laundry. Like I should feel bad for you. Guess what? I don't. Dear Peter, grow up. I hate you.
-Colossally-Creeped-Out-In-Canada
-Colossally-Creeped-Out-In-Canada
I HATE PETER WHO COULDN'T TAKE 5 SECONDS OUT OF THE WORK DAY TO TALK TO ME
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. You're an ignorant FUCK.
Why couldn't you see what we had together? Why? Why couldn't you take 5 seconds out of your day to talk to me, to AT LEAST try to make our piece of shit relationship work?
The only thing you are to me now is a worthless piece of fuck chapter in my life.
I wish this were you, I wish you'd read this and you'd just KNOW I'm talking to you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. With every fiber of my being. I mean it, I swear.
-Me
Why couldn't you see what we had together? Why? Why couldn't you take 5 seconds out of your day to talk to me, to AT LEAST try to make our piece of shit relationship work?
The only thing you are to me now is a worthless piece of fuck chapter in my life.
I wish this were you, I wish you'd read this and you'd just KNOW I'm talking to you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. With every fiber of my being. I mean it, I swear.
-Me
I HATE PETER WHO POP UP ADDED ME
PETER. FUCKKKKKK YOU! All I wanted to do was to write an email about peter telling him how much I hate him! But you freaking pop up added me so I can't even see what I'm writing. I HAAATTTEEE YOUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I HATE PETER WHO EMBARRASSED ME
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...
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...
I HATE PETER WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO GO TO NOTRE DAME WITH ME
dear peter,
i hate you for ditching me. i hate you for fucking embarrassing me. i hate you for not believing me. i have you for listening to that dumb fucking asshole bitchass loser. i hate you for not caring. i hate you for not trying. i hate you for giving me that look. i hate you for ignoring me. i hate you for giving up. i hate you for being friends with them. i hate you for giving up. i hate you for not being the person i know you are. i hate you for changing. i hate you for lying and decieving and not giving a fuck.
we were supposed to be best friends.
we were supposed to go throught middle school and highschool together.
we were supposed to go to notre dame together.
we were supposed to live in vermont together.
we were supposed to be 3rd grade teachers together.
we were suppesed to climb a mountain than ski down together.
we were supposed to snowboard together.
we were supposed to be pro soccer players together.
i dont hate you, i miss you. if you ever need someone im here peter.
i hope you read this, but most of all, i hope you remember.
love,
i would replay that time a million times.
i hate you for ditching me. i hate you for fucking embarrassing me. i hate you for not believing me. i have you for listening to that dumb fucking asshole bitchass loser. i hate you for not caring. i hate you for not trying. i hate you for giving me that look. i hate you for ignoring me. i hate you for giving up. i hate you for being friends with them. i hate you for giving up. i hate you for not being the person i know you are. i hate you for changing. i hate you for lying and decieving and not giving a fuck.
we were supposed to be best friends.
we were supposed to go throught middle school and highschool together.
we were supposed to go to notre dame together.
we were supposed to live in vermont together.
we were supposed to be 3rd grade teachers together.
we were suppesed to climb a mountain than ski down together.
we were supposed to snowboard together.
we were supposed to be pro soccer players together.
i dont hate you, i miss you. if you ever need someone im here peter.
i hope you read this, but most of all, i hope you remember.
love,
i would replay that time a million times.
I HATE PETER WHO STOLE MY CRUSH
dear peter,
i would like to start off by telling you that i hate you. thanks for all the time bitch. your worth less than my spit. last year when you said i was your best friend ever, i actually believed you. now to realize that you would ditch me in a second. next time you say anything bad about me how about you say it to my fucking face. thanks for stealing my crush you fucking user. remember when you told your friend to kill herself and tried to cover it up? yeah i was there for you idiot now i realize what a dumb fucking bitch you are. i hope in highschool you have no fucking friends. oh and p.s. im way prettier, funnier, smarter, and wayyyyy better at soccer than you.
BITCH
LOVE,
better than you PETER.
i would like to start off by telling you that i hate you. thanks for all the time bitch. your worth less than my spit. last year when you said i was your best friend ever, i actually believed you. now to realize that you would ditch me in a second. next time you say anything bad about me how about you say it to my fucking face. thanks for stealing my crush you fucking user. remember when you told your friend to kill herself and tried to cover it up? yeah i was there for you idiot now i realize what a dumb fucking bitch you are. i hope in highschool you have no fucking friends. oh and p.s. im way prettier, funnier, smarter, and wayyyyy better at soccer than you.
BITCH
LOVE,
better than you PETER.
I HATE PETER WHO HAS ALL THE FOOTNOES AND SUBNOTES
Hey,
I'd like to pretend that this is easy to write, but it's not.
I hate what you decided to do Peter, more than you could ever possibly know. I hate you for all those little footnotes and sub-footnotes that made me want to care again.I hate that they made me feel I wasn't a lone freak. I hate you for those quirky little lines, that were so similar to my own, that you put into your work, just to make me feel less alone. I hate you for your desperate urge to make everything okay, even when you were dying inside. I hate that you tried to save the world from your own valley of shit. I hate you for managing to break my trust years before I could grant you any. I hate that you cared so much about lobsters and so little about your own life. I hate that I've been branded with the same diagnosis as you even though I've probably gone through much less. I hate that you ended it the way you did, that you couldn't hold on to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I hate that because of this, I don't even know if there's an end to the tunnel, let alone a light. I hate that you worked yourself so hard for something you couldn't allow yourself to experience. I hate that I recognise myself in you. I hate that we've even said the same things, that I too have said "I'm not ok. I' trying really hard to be, but I'm not really ok, and I haven't been in a long time."
What I hate more is that I look up to you, so many people looked up to you. I hate that I've been crying for a week about it, when it happened almost two years ago. I hate that I understand why you did it, why you ended it that way. I hate that I want to be like you, I want to be in the same profession. I hate that I'll probably end up been a "crank-turner" because of my own ambition. I hate that I want to footnote this to fit everything in that I want to say. I hate the feeling that even though I feel so empty and devoid of purpose, you probably felt a whole lot worse. Why else would you have done that stupid thing?
I now hate that I loved every line of your essays. I now hate that I cannot think of something without being reminded of you, without being reminded of a person I never met. A person I never met, a person I will never know, a person who I never knew existed before this year, and a person I would never have had the opportunity to meet. I hate that I'm still going to cry about it for months and perhaps years to come. I hate the feeling I get when I cry about it, because deep down I know its really none of my damn business: what right do I have to cry about it?
And I hate that you won't answer. You won't answer anyone, ever again, because you can't. Because you're dead. You are dead and I just can't accept that.
I hate that you died the way you did. I hate that everything you worked for is now pointless because of the way you chose to die, that every single word you wrote is pointless because of your death. You tried to make us feel less alone, and failed in your final act. I hate that you chose this for yourself, that you were that unhappy, that empty, that you were that numb and in agony that you chose to die. And yet again, I hate that I can understand why. Without even knowing you, I can understand why, even down to how you died. I hate that you'll never get to see another sunrise, or write another awesomely long sentence complete with footnotes and sub-footnotes and outrageously random digressions. I hate that I could answer anyone who asked why you killed yourself.
I hate that you'll never get to read this. I hate the unoriginality of this dead letter. I hate that you would cringe if you could read this, that you'd probably denounce me as a nut (or worse, a bitch) because of it. I hate that, even if you were still alive, that no amount of compassion and mercy and love would ever make you feel okay with yourself. I hate not only that we weren't good enough for you, but that you believed you weren't good enough for yourself. I hate that even if you could read this, it wouldn't change anything. I hate that if you were alive, there'd still be nothing I could do, because I don't know you, Peter. I hate that we would never have known each other if you hadn't have died, and that, somehow, I could have made a difference, I could have been the thing that stopped you killing yourself.
I hate so much about what happened, but I don't hate you. I can't bring myself to even consider it. I don't think I'll ever hate you, and I already feel bad about writing this, and I hate that barely any of it is true hate. I hate that by writing this, I'm only adding to the global shrine that's popped up since your suicide, odd though this dead letter is. I hate that I'm going to have to paint you, that if I don't I will be driven crazy until I do, and I'll hate every moment of painting you, Peter. I'll hate that I'll be able to see every mistake, and that I will actually try and make it perfect. Even though you'll never see it. This is almost what grieves me most.
But the thing I hate most, the thing that really pains me, the one thing that's the biggest cliché I've ever heard or written:
I don't hate you Peter. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.
Yours most sincerely,
The Last Person To Know.
I'd like to pretend that this is easy to write, but it's not.
I hate what you decided to do Peter, more than you could ever possibly know. I hate you for all those little footnotes and sub-footnotes that made me want to care again.I hate that they made me feel I wasn't a lone freak. I hate you for those quirky little lines, that were so similar to my own, that you put into your work, just to make me feel less alone. I hate you for your desperate urge to make everything okay, even when you were dying inside. I hate that you tried to save the world from your own valley of shit. I hate you for managing to break my trust years before I could grant you any. I hate that you cared so much about lobsters and so little about your own life. I hate that I've been branded with the same diagnosis as you even though I've probably gone through much less. I hate that you ended it the way you did, that you couldn't hold on to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I hate that because of this, I don't even know if there's an end to the tunnel, let alone a light. I hate that you worked yourself so hard for something you couldn't allow yourself to experience. I hate that I recognise myself in you. I hate that we've even said the same things, that I too have said "I'm not ok. I' trying really hard to be, but I'm not really ok, and I haven't been in a long time."
What I hate more is that I look up to you, so many people looked up to you. I hate that I've been crying for a week about it, when it happened almost two years ago. I hate that I understand why you did it, why you ended it that way. I hate that I want to be like you, I want to be in the same profession. I hate that I'll probably end up been a "crank-turner" because of my own ambition. I hate that I want to footnote this to fit everything in that I want to say. I hate the feeling that even though I feel so empty and devoid of purpose, you probably felt a whole lot worse. Why else would you have done that stupid thing?
I now hate that I loved every line of your essays. I now hate that I cannot think of something without being reminded of you, without being reminded of a person I never met. A person I never met, a person I will never know, a person who I never knew existed before this year, and a person I would never have had the opportunity to meet. I hate that I'm still going to cry about it for months and perhaps years to come. I hate the feeling I get when I cry about it, because deep down I know its really none of my damn business: what right do I have to cry about it?
And I hate that you won't answer. You won't answer anyone, ever again, because you can't. Because you're dead. You are dead and I just can't accept that.
I hate that you died the way you did. I hate that everything you worked for is now pointless because of the way you chose to die, that every single word you wrote is pointless because of your death. You tried to make us feel less alone, and failed in your final act. I hate that you chose this for yourself, that you were that unhappy, that empty, that you were that numb and in agony that you chose to die. And yet again, I hate that I can understand why. Without even knowing you, I can understand why, even down to how you died. I hate that you'll never get to see another sunrise, or write another awesomely long sentence complete with footnotes and sub-footnotes and outrageously random digressions. I hate that I could answer anyone who asked why you killed yourself.
I hate that you'll never get to read this. I hate the unoriginality of this dead letter. I hate that you would cringe if you could read this, that you'd probably denounce me as a nut (or worse, a bitch) because of it. I hate that, even if you were still alive, that no amount of compassion and mercy and love would ever make you feel okay with yourself. I hate not only that we weren't good enough for you, but that you believed you weren't good enough for yourself. I hate that even if you could read this, it wouldn't change anything. I hate that if you were alive, there'd still be nothing I could do, because I don't know you, Peter. I hate that we would never have known each other if you hadn't have died, and that, somehow, I could have made a difference, I could have been the thing that stopped you killing yourself.
I hate so much about what happened, but I don't hate you. I can't bring myself to even consider it. I don't think I'll ever hate you, and I already feel bad about writing this, and I hate that barely any of it is true hate. I hate that by writing this, I'm only adding to the global shrine that's popped up since your suicide, odd though this dead letter is. I hate that I'm going to have to paint you, that if I don't I will be driven crazy until I do, and I'll hate every moment of painting you, Peter. I'll hate that I'll be able to see every mistake, and that I will actually try and make it perfect. Even though you'll never see it. This is almost what grieves me most.
But the thing I hate most, the thing that really pains me, the one thing that's the biggest cliché I've ever heard or written:
I don't hate you Peter. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.
Yours most sincerely,
The Last Person To Know.
I HATE PETER WHO CAN'T RIDE BIKES PROPLY MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE!:)
Dear Peter.
i am in love with you mate:) xxx
Hhahahahhahahahahah SPAM
KISS MY ARSE BABYYY:)
You stink like shit & by the way you are a fantastic kisser!! and anyone would agree!!
oh and you cant ride bikes proply maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate!:)
Suck my dick yea,
oh and you are a cheeting lieing cunt but i still love you no matteeeer whatttt
i am in love with you mate:) xxx
Hhahahahhahahahahah SPAM
KISS MY ARSE BABYYY:)
You stink like shit & by the way you are a fantastic kisser!! and anyone would agree!!
oh and you cant ride bikes proply maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate!:)
Suck my dick yea,
oh and you are a cheeting lieing cunt but i still love you no matteeeer whatttt
I HATE PETER WHO IS A BRIDEZILLA WHO HASN'T BEEN PROPOSED TO YET
I hate you Peter, you are a bridezilla and you haven't even been proposed to yet. You act like you know all and are the most intelligent person in the world. Talking non-stop doesn't make you intelligent it makes you and egotisical bitch. I'm sorry I never tried in school and still managed to do almost as good as you. I hope you never reproduce because your little peterletts will be little terrors. And Peter Number 2 I also hate you, you use me like a measuring stick for your "genius" children. Then you act like a spoiled 10 year old when I confront you because how dare I insinuate that you are insulting. Peter, get off your high horse and stop sticking your nose in the air you just look like an idiot.
Retarded in Kansas
Retarded in Kansas
I HATE PETER WHO SPOILED ME WITH LOVE LETTERS
I hate you Peter. I hate when you are like this. I hate that you spoiled me with love letters and made my expectations so high and then decided to take away everything you gave in the beginning. I hate that when you are upset everyone has to deal with it. I hate that when I am upset I am being unreasonable. I hate that when you're in a bad mood it is other peoples faults if they try to talk to you and you snap at them. I hate that you call me up to your room and are nice and then all of the sudden change you mind and literally push me out the door. I hate that I am always nice to you. I hate that I would never do that to you. I hate that I walked slowly down the stairs hoping that you would realize that you were a complete jerk and run down to catch me and apologize. I hate that you never did. I hate that I always have to call you. I hate that you don't apologize. I hate that you don't try to see things my way. I hate that you tell me you love me so that I am happy and hopeful and then the next day are distant and distracted. I hate that I am scared to seem upset around you because I don't want you to think I am being a crazy, unreasonable, clingy, neurotic bitch. I hate that you are allowed to yell at me when you are frustrated with literally anything and I can't even tell you when something you did made me cry. I hate that I am so scared of losing you. I hate that I am scared to show you my ugly side, even after you show me yours. I hate that when I try to help you when you are upset you snap at me. I hate that I am always nice and that I know you would be stupid to let me go. I hate being scared that you will anyway. I hate that you say you love me and I get scared you don't mean it. I hate that I constantly convince myself that my feelings aren't valid enough to bring up. I hate that I hate myself when I think I am being unreasonably sensitive. I hate that I hang on every word you say. I hate that my mood can be drastically changed based on yours. I hate that I feel stupid when I'm around you. I hate that you used to try to remind me that I was smart, and that you don't anymore. I hate that you used to write me letters everyday, and you don't anymore. I hate that I sometimes think I bore you. I hate that you get annoyed with me when I am not as good at music than you. I hate that you get annoyed with me when I am self conscious. I hate that you will NEVER come over to my place, even though you know it bothers me. I hate that I would move heaven and earth just to see you or make you happy and you won't even come to my place for one night to make me happy. I hate that you always order a hamburger when we are out to eat and refuse to try anything else, ever. I hate when you get drunk and moody. I hate when you invite me over and then seem totally disinterested in me. I hate when you don't talk to me. I hate that we don't laugh as much. I hate that I don't think I am funny anymore. I hate that I get scared to be silly around you. I hate that I am scared you will regret sleeping with me. I hate that I am scared you decided to sleep with me in an effort to turn around your recent "depression" or negative attitude. I hate that just because you are in a bad mood you think that gives you some right to be mean. I hate when you tell me you can't hang out because you are going to your friends place and then I find out you actually just stayed home. I hate that you say you love me and always want to be with me but it feels like you don't want me around. I hate that you used to be my best friend. I hate that I feel like we aren't anymore. I hate that I know when we go to school I am going to be so hurt when you only talk to me once a week because you are so "busy," yet you will still have time, of course, to play xbox almost every night with your friends. I hate that I would spend all my money visiting you at school and I know that, even if I asked, you wouldn't come see me because its "too far." I hate that I can't help you when you are upset. I hate that you don't want to come talk to me when you had a bad day. I hate that you don't always tell me when something is bothering you. I hate that you told me you used to worry that you didn't actually mean it after you first told me you loved me, but assure me that you do now, however there is no way I can ever be sure again because I believed you every time before, even during the apparent lies. I hate that I have always meant it. i hate that I know if you leave me you will be making a mistake. I hate that I worry you won't be. I hate that I used to be so sure. I hate that I am not sure anymore.
Signed,
Sometimes forgotten, always hopeful, in new york.
Signed,
Sometimes forgotten, always hopeful, in new york.
I HATE PETER WHO FALSELY ACCUSED AMERICAN GLADIATOR OF THOSE AWFUL DISGUSTING BEHAVIORS
Peter,
You had absolutely NO basis to falsely accuse American Gladiator of those awful disgusting behaviors! How would you feel if some 14-year-old girl single-handedly destroyed your entire career, reputation, and life because she was too horny to realize that Jesus does NOT approve of her behavior? Wouldn't you want someone to stick up for you and let the truth be heard? Well, that's exactly what I did, Peter, and you spat it back in my face when all I was trying to do make you realize the truth. Everyone on the team believes that he is 100% innocent and nobody, I repeat, NOBODY ON THE TEAM believes your story! You make me absolutely sick and disgusted. You like all the publicity you're getting out of this, is that really how you want to be known for after high school is over? As the slut who destroyed an innocent family's entire life? Apparently it is or else you wouldn't have gone and did all that, saying this happened and then going and sleeping with every other guy who's available. Didn't you learn anything at Church camp, Peter? Didn't you hear the lessons on why adultery is bad? I guess not. I guess you think that the Bible is not all that important and no matter what you do God will forgive you anyway so go ahead and sleep around. Well, sorry to break it to you, but that is not how it works. I am through with you, Peter. I am never going to trust you again. And after the court hearing no one else will either. Certaintly not Mrs. Gladiator, because you used to be her favorite student and everybody knew it. Well guess what, she hates you the most now because of what you did. Just shut up and stop talking because nobody cares about what you have to say anymore, and American Gladiator certaintly didn't need or deserve what you did to him!
-Forget Snazzy names, from Texas
You had absolutely NO basis to falsely accuse American Gladiator of those awful disgusting behaviors! How would you feel if some 14-year-old girl single-handedly destroyed your entire career, reputation, and life because she was too horny to realize that Jesus does NOT approve of her behavior? Wouldn't you want someone to stick up for you and let the truth be heard? Well, that's exactly what I did, Peter, and you spat it back in my face when all I was trying to do make you realize the truth. Everyone on the team believes that he is 100% innocent and nobody, I repeat, NOBODY ON THE TEAM believes your story! You make me absolutely sick and disgusted. You like all the publicity you're getting out of this, is that really how you want to be known for after high school is over? As the slut who destroyed an innocent family's entire life? Apparently it is or else you wouldn't have gone and did all that, saying this happened and then going and sleeping with every other guy who's available. Didn't you learn anything at Church camp, Peter? Didn't you hear the lessons on why adultery is bad? I guess not. I guess you think that the Bible is not all that important and no matter what you do God will forgive you anyway so go ahead and sleep around. Well, sorry to break it to you, but that is not how it works. I am through with you, Peter. I am never going to trust you again. And after the court hearing no one else will either. Certaintly not Mrs. Gladiator, because you used to be her favorite student and everybody knew it. Well guess what, she hates you the most now because of what you did. Just shut up and stop talking because nobody cares about what you have to say anymore, and American Gladiator certaintly didn't need or deserve what you did to him!
-Forget Snazzy names, from Texas
I HATE PETER WHO LOOKS LIKE A POINTY, SMALL-EYED GREMLIN
Hey Peter! Guess what? I freakin' hate you! I hate that you won't leave me and my man alone. I hate that you think you're so hot, I hate all the pouty photos you put up on Facebook (how come any photos anyone else tags make you look like a pointy, small-eyed gremlin? Huh?) and I HATE that you think that you are so much better than me. He's your EX. Deal with it, Peter. You aren't good enough to walk past him on the highstreet. And you sure as hell ain't good enough to try stirring up jealousy between us.
Peter, stop being a DICK. Just be a better woman and bow out. You are such a fucking wannabe, Peter. You're pathetic.
Oh, and FYI he thinks you are a stupid bitch and won't even say that you were ever his 'girlfriend'.
Thanks for asking, we are doing great. We are planning to settle down and have a baby. Bet that sits well, huh, fuck buddy?
Hope this helps you sleep, bitch.
From
Better Than You, Birmingham
Peter, stop being a DICK. Just be a better woman and bow out. You are such a fucking wannabe, Peter. You're pathetic.
Oh, and FYI he thinks you are a stupid bitch and won't even say that you were ever his 'girlfriend'.
Thanks for asking, we are doing great. We are planning to settle down and have a baby. Bet that sits well, huh, fuck buddy?
Hope this helps you sleep, bitch.
From
Better Than You, Birmingham
I HATE PETER WHO I PUSHED
i hate everything about you! everything was a LIE. the way you kissed me, the way you looked at me, the things you said to me, everything... it was all a lie. And I hate you for that. I thought you actually cared, and that for once in my life, I found somebody that might actually feel the same way I do... but no, not even a little bit, not at all. I'm sorry for pushing you, but i'm not sorry for what you said to me. I hate you! and probably always will.
never again,
done in vegas
never again,
done in vegas
I HATE PETER WHO IS IN THE WAY
Dear Peter,
I hate you for being so pretty. I hate you for being around all the time. I hate how there’s no escape; how no matter how much I try to convince myself that I can trust him with you, I just can’t. I wish you’d just quit and disappear from his life, and we can pretend you were never there.
I hate your name, Peter. I hate your perfect hair, I hate your perfect body, I hate your stupid perfect half-smile that shows no emotion in the eyes and gives you 14-year-old innocence. The worst part is I know it’s not true, you demon offspring. You probably love your life and all the attention you get, and all the boys that practically bow before you and kiss your feet (which are probably perfect too).
I hate how you hate ME, Peter. You’re the one who fucked everything up, who made me feel the most insecure I’ve ever felt in my whole life.
Please just piss off, Peter.
Yours sincerely,
The girlfriend.
I hate you for being so pretty. I hate you for being around all the time. I hate how there’s no escape; how no matter how much I try to convince myself that I can trust him with you, I just can’t. I wish you’d just quit and disappear from his life, and we can pretend you were never there.
I hate your name, Peter. I hate your perfect hair, I hate your perfect body, I hate your stupid perfect half-smile that shows no emotion in the eyes and gives you 14-year-old innocence. The worst part is I know it’s not true, you demon offspring. You probably love your life and all the attention you get, and all the boys that practically bow before you and kiss your feet (which are probably perfect too).
I hate how you hate ME, Peter. You’re the one who fucked everything up, who made me feel the most insecure I’ve ever felt in my whole life.
Please just piss off, Peter.
Yours sincerely,
The girlfriend.
I HATE PETER WHO IS A LIAR
Dear Peter,
I hate you Peter because you are a liar. If there is anything i hate more about a person is if they are untruthful. I keep on forgiving you even though half the time you feed me lies. Part of me loves you and part of me hates who you are. It is one of those I hate how much i love you. We have been together for a year now and i still cannot trust you. I am not sure if it is because when we first starting dating you kept lying to me about your past and present or if it is because i have trust issues. I am pretty sure it is you though. I told you when we first started dating that i hate two things about people, things i will not put up with, a cheater and a liar. You fit one of them. You lie to me about what you do and who you see. You keep me on such a short leash about what i can do or see and you completly go against it. I am not allowed to see my friends or spend any time alone. All you want to do is spend time with me. But it is of course okay if you want to go and do something else. You are always going to hockey and i dont get mad but if i want to hang out with a friend while you are at hockey that is not allowed. I find that absolutely ridiculous. I hate how deep i am in this relationship that i cant do anything to hurt you. You have no idea how your lies hurt me. I call you out on your lies and you deny them. In the end, i find out the truth and you cant deny it anymore. I hate how if i do anything like decide for us to go on a break, i know i cant since it will affect your hockey and you need to do well with hockey. You stress me out like no tomorrow. It is time for you to be truthful or else its over.
- Scardy Princess
I hate you Peter because you are a liar. If there is anything i hate more about a person is if they are untruthful. I keep on forgiving you even though half the time you feed me lies. Part of me loves you and part of me hates who you are. It is one of those I hate how much i love you. We have been together for a year now and i still cannot trust you. I am not sure if it is because when we first starting dating you kept lying to me about your past and present or if it is because i have trust issues. I am pretty sure it is you though. I told you when we first started dating that i hate two things about people, things i will not put up with, a cheater and a liar. You fit one of them. You lie to me about what you do and who you see. You keep me on such a short leash about what i can do or see and you completly go against it. I am not allowed to see my friends or spend any time alone. All you want to do is spend time with me. But it is of course okay if you want to go and do something else. You are always going to hockey and i dont get mad but if i want to hang out with a friend while you are at hockey that is not allowed. I find that absolutely ridiculous. I hate how deep i am in this relationship that i cant do anything to hurt you. You have no idea how your lies hurt me. I call you out on your lies and you deny them. In the end, i find out the truth and you cant deny it anymore. I hate how if i do anything like decide for us to go on a break, i know i cant since it will affect your hockey and you need to do well with hockey. You stress me out like no tomorrow. It is time for you to be truthful or else its over.
- Scardy Princess
I HATE PETER WHO GETS MAD AT A SIMPLE QUESTION
Peter, I hate you so very much. I have hated you since the second I first saw you. You wonder why I hate you? Well, here goes:
YOU'RE AN IDIOT. I ask you a simple question, "Oh you're this kid's brother? You look like him" and you get MAD. Honestly, your brother was actually NICE, unlike you, so I don't see why you're complaining. You yell at me. You could really learn from him. I never talked to you before this incident, and you didn't even know my name at the time. I saw my friend talking to you and you got mad at me for that too. I asked you to take a message because you know a family member of mine. You couldn't even do that without getting aggravated. These people.
YOU'RE A LOSER. When you and your brother went to the same school, your brother had the worst reputation. If you come to our school, you're gonna have to live that down. Because he earned the same reputation with us. The general population of our school hated your brother, except me and like 2 people. People will always remember you as his brother and assume you're the same. Nobody will want to talk to you. When we were at the science fair me and a few friends and one enemy tailed you for 15 minutes because I needed to talk to you. My friends and enemy decided that the best way to get your attention was to corner you, so that they did and then let me through to talk to you. I APOLOGIZED for sounding like a complete fool the last time I saw you but you didn't even take it. You said "mmhmm" with your stupid smile and attempted to go. After a while, we let you. Last we saw you, you walked into the boys bathroom. We waited for you to come out so we could explain. We heard a dull thump and I guess you jumped out the window, because the next time we saw you, you were in the gym on the other side of the building. And I hate this reason more than ever but
YOU'RE AN ENEMY TO US. Going to the local Catholic school across the river makes us enemies. We've played you in basketball and other events. We have kids who have transferred back and forth. Just this year, your brother decided that he couldn't take your school anymore it sucked so badly. Even though he wasn't much happier here, it was A LOT BETTER FOR HIM. Sure. We don't have lockers. But you know what? Our school isn't full of snobby kids who think they're amazing because of their parent's job. Our school is full of NORMAL people. You'd get killed here because of the way you act. All the kids in your school constantly brag about what they're doing next, but that's not a reality here.
If you're reading this, you'll know who it's from. And no matter what--I hate you more than anyone in this world.
YOU'RE AN IDIOT. I ask you a simple question, "Oh you're this kid's brother? You look like him" and you get MAD. Honestly, your brother was actually NICE, unlike you, so I don't see why you're complaining. You yell at me. You could really learn from him. I never talked to you before this incident, and you didn't even know my name at the time. I saw my friend talking to you and you got mad at me for that too. I asked you to take a message because you know a family member of mine. You couldn't even do that without getting aggravated. These people.
YOU'RE A LOSER. When you and your brother went to the same school, your brother had the worst reputation. If you come to our school, you're gonna have to live that down. Because he earned the same reputation with us. The general population of our school hated your brother, except me and like 2 people. People will always remember you as his brother and assume you're the same. Nobody will want to talk to you. When we were at the science fair me and a few friends and one enemy tailed you for 15 minutes because I needed to talk to you. My friends and enemy decided that the best way to get your attention was to corner you, so that they did and then let me through to talk to you. I APOLOGIZED for sounding like a complete fool the last time I saw you but you didn't even take it. You said "mmhmm" with your stupid smile and attempted to go. After a while, we let you. Last we saw you, you walked into the boys bathroom. We waited for you to come out so we could explain. We heard a dull thump and I guess you jumped out the window, because the next time we saw you, you were in the gym on the other side of the building. And I hate this reason more than ever but
YOU'RE AN ENEMY TO US. Going to the local Catholic school across the river makes us enemies. We've played you in basketball and other events. We have kids who have transferred back and forth. Just this year, your brother decided that he couldn't take your school anymore it sucked so badly. Even though he wasn't much happier here, it was A LOT BETTER FOR HIM. Sure. We don't have lockers. But you know what? Our school isn't full of snobby kids who think they're amazing because of their parent's job. Our school is full of NORMAL people. You'd get killed here because of the way you act. All the kids in your school constantly brag about what they're doing next, but that's not a reality here.
If you're reading this, you'll know who it's from. And no matter what--I hate you more than anyone in this world.
I HATE WHO SEEMS TO THINK THAT LOVE DOESN'T MEAN A THING
I hate you Peter because you seem to think that love doesn't mean a thing. You told me you loved me, remember? And I, half-heartedly told you I loved you too. I didn't feel it. You wanna know why? It's because I did love you...a long time ago when I was afraid to tell you. You chased me like I was the only girl you saw. So, you told me sweet things and I fell for you. Peter, remember when you danced with me that night? You held me close and I thought my heart would leap out of my chest and flutter like a butterfly to heaven. I felt so safe and beautiful in your arms. I could have kissed you and I remember wishing I had. Now, I wouldn't want to. You went to her and told her what you told me, those same sweet things. Darling, if you loved me you wouldn't have gone to her. You wouldn't have flaked out on our dates or broken my wounded heart.
You were a nice change for me, everyone thought so. I thought you were someone else.
Waiting for the one in Cali
You were a nice change for me, everyone thought so. I thought you were someone else.
Waiting for the one in Cali
I HATE PETER WHO IS SIMPLY THE MOST IRRITATING PERSON I'VE EVER MET
I hate you Peter,
I really hate you. You are simply the most irritating person I have ever met. Even though I don't go to school with you (yet unfortunately), you will have a hell of a time trying to get people to live your brother's reputation down. Your brother was a complete loser and that's why he came to our school. And we hated him too. So they're always going to remember you as his brother. You weren't nice to me, and say a hell of a lot of stupid things. Which brings me here.
Secondly. You're a complete DUMBASS. I ask you a simple question in that all county band program thing, which we both participated in. I had the fortune to meet a friend of mine from your school there, however you were all ganged up in that corner like all the idiots at your school would do. (But I'll explain that later.) You're not talking to anyone, it's just the 4 of you and you, Peter, are just standing there making retarded faces. So I come over to greet my friend and you stare at me, unlike the other 2 people standing there awkwardly. I recognize you because I saw you at the Christmas concert last year and nearly screamed at you repulsiveness. And the fact that I went through the yearbook at my cousin's house, who happens to have a locker next to yours. I ask you who you are because you look extraordinarily like your brother and you get extremely mad. "Oh, are you Evan's brother?" "YEAH, WHY?!" Seriously. Get the hell over your anger issues. Or not. It makes me feel happy that you are upset because that means it would be easier for me to blackmail you into doing something stupid. That's why me, 2 friends, another girl and some guy who I hate followed you for about 15 minutes through our school at the science fair. At first it was me and my friend, and then grew, and we cornered you. I wanted to apologize for seeming like a complete stalker at that band thing, but now I realize you don't deserve it. We stood on the other end of the hallway after you went into the bathroom for 10 minutes but you never came out. And then we walked to the gym and you were there. For your stupidity of jumping out a window because we heard a thud, I have another reason to hate you.
Thirdly. YOU ARE F*CKING REPULSIVE. I swear, your brother wasn't that ugly compared to the other guys at school. And you look like him. But I don't know where you got this from. You, unlike your brother, have ridiculously ugly hair. Black curly hair IS NOT awesome when you compare it to your brother's awesome red and straight hair. And seriously, START SHAVING. You're 11 years old and you have a huge unibrow...really. Go ask your dad to run to whatever store and get you a razor, it won't matter where because you can afford it. This is another reason why you'd be hated if you came to our school. Our school is full of normal middle class families who want their kids to get a cheap, good Catholic education. YOUR school charges $7,000 for one kid to attend there, while we charge less than $3,000. You wouldn't fit in. Plus the fact that you're from there. Everyone here hates your school. We just assume you're all douchebags with rich parents. Which is true for you. Oh and you complain a lot about me. Just not to my face. "Rachel, why does that girl hate me so much? Can you ask her because I don't remember doing anything to her! These SMS kids..." Can I punch you now? Because honestly, I would be glad to.
Just remember, I'll always be making up a plan to kill you. If you read this, you'll know who I am.
I really hate you. You are simply the most irritating person I have ever met. Even though I don't go to school with you (yet unfortunately), you will have a hell of a time trying to get people to live your brother's reputation down. Your brother was a complete loser and that's why he came to our school. And we hated him too. So they're always going to remember you as his brother. You weren't nice to me, and say a hell of a lot of stupid things. Which brings me here.
Secondly. You're a complete DUMBASS. I ask you a simple question in that all county band program thing, which we both participated in. I had the fortune to meet a friend of mine from your school there, however you were all ganged up in that corner like all the idiots at your school would do. (But I'll explain that later.) You're not talking to anyone, it's just the 4 of you and you, Peter, are just standing there making retarded faces. So I come over to greet my friend and you stare at me, unlike the other 2 people standing there awkwardly. I recognize you because I saw you at the Christmas concert last year and nearly screamed at you repulsiveness. And the fact that I went through the yearbook at my cousin's house, who happens to have a locker next to yours. I ask you who you are because you look extraordinarily like your brother and you get extremely mad. "Oh, are you Evan's brother?" "YEAH, WHY?!" Seriously. Get the hell over your anger issues. Or not. It makes me feel happy that you are upset because that means it would be easier for me to blackmail you into doing something stupid. That's why me, 2 friends, another girl and some guy who I hate followed you for about 15 minutes through our school at the science fair. At first it was me and my friend, and then grew, and we cornered you. I wanted to apologize for seeming like a complete stalker at that band thing, but now I realize you don't deserve it. We stood on the other end of the hallway after you went into the bathroom for 10 minutes but you never came out. And then we walked to the gym and you were there. For your stupidity of jumping out a window because we heard a thud, I have another reason to hate you.
Thirdly. YOU ARE F*CKING REPULSIVE. I swear, your brother wasn't that ugly compared to the other guys at school. And you look like him. But I don't know where you got this from. You, unlike your brother, have ridiculously ugly hair. Black curly hair IS NOT awesome when you compare it to your brother's awesome red and straight hair. And seriously, START SHAVING. You're 11 years old and you have a huge unibrow...really. Go ask your dad to run to whatever store and get you a razor, it won't matter where because you can afford it. This is another reason why you'd be hated if you came to our school. Our school is full of normal middle class families who want their kids to get a cheap, good Catholic education. YOUR school charges $7,000 for one kid to attend there, while we charge less than $3,000. You wouldn't fit in. Plus the fact that you're from there. Everyone here hates your school. We just assume you're all douchebags with rich parents. Which is true for you. Oh and you complain a lot about me. Just not to my face. "Rachel, why does that girl hate me so much? Can you ask her because I don't remember doing anything to her! These SMS kids..." Can I punch you now? Because honestly, I would be glad to.
Just remember, I'll always be making up a plan to kill you. If you read this, you'll know who I am.
I HATE PETER WHO I WASN'T ENOUGH FOR
I hate that i cant get over you Peter.
why do i still love you?
Do you realize that you've ruined every potential relationship for me?
Do you realize that I still think about you EVERY DAY and despite all your lies and the way you hurt me i would still take you back?
Iv become one of those stupid girls that can't get over her exes and would take back a douchbag. that's what you are you know, a complete and utter DOUCHEBAG.
Why wasn't i enough for you??? I gave you everything i had. all my spare time, my first kiss, my first date, my virginity for Christ's sake. still it wasnt enough and you left me.. for her. Oh and if that wasn't enough (because apparently nothing is) you had to IMPREGNATE HER and MARRY HER??
why does she get to have you and hold you and love on you day after day? she has carried your child and all I'm left with are the sour bitter memories. I want you to love me again...
but you wont.
So i hate you Peter and i hate HER and I hate hate hate hate hate YOU!! you took everything from me! and threw it right back at me. do you remember what you said to me "I don't need you anymore"
Thank you... thank you for that.
I might not ever get over you but I swear I'll be happy again one day and I won't ever think of you again.
-Wondering Why
why do i still love you?
Do you realize that you've ruined every potential relationship for me?
Do you realize that I still think about you EVERY DAY and despite all your lies and the way you hurt me i would still take you back?
Iv become one of those stupid girls that can't get over her exes and would take back a douchbag. that's what you are you know, a complete and utter DOUCHEBAG.
Why wasn't i enough for you??? I gave you everything i had. all my spare time, my first kiss, my first date, my virginity for Christ's sake. still it wasnt enough and you left me.. for her. Oh and if that wasn't enough (because apparently nothing is) you had to IMPREGNATE HER and MARRY HER??
why does she get to have you and hold you and love on you day after day? she has carried your child and all I'm left with are the sour bitter memories. I want you to love me again...
but you wont.
So i hate you Peter and i hate HER and I hate hate hate hate hate YOU!! you took everything from me! and threw it right back at me. do you remember what you said to me "I don't need you anymore"
Thank you... thank you for that.
I might not ever get over you but I swear I'll be happy again one day and I won't ever think of you again.
-Wondering Why
I HATE PETER WHO TREATED ME LIKE A MYTHICAL CREATURE
DEAR PETER,
I HATE YOU FOR TREATING ME LIKE SOME MYTHICAL CREATURE! YOU WERE NEVER MY FRIEND. YOU LET ME DOWN! ALL OF YOU! YOU CLAIM TO BE WHO YOU ARE BUT YOU'RE NOT! I'VE SEEN THROUGH YOUR LIES. YOU'D RATHER BE WITH SOMEONE ELSE THAN ME. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? I AM JUST FINE AS ANYONE ELSE WOULD ME. YOU LIAR! YOU FAKE! YOU HYPOCRITE! TRYING TO BE BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE! YOU SHEEP! YOU'RE PATHETIC! I HOPE YOU'LL FINALLY BE GOOD AT SOMETHING THAT YOU THINK YOU ARE! PETER YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO ME! YOU LED ME TO BELIEVE SUCH THINGS THEN YOU LET ME FALL FLAT ON MY FACE! PETER, YOU MADE ME CRY. ASKING GOD WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME? HOW COME MY FRIENDS TREAT ME THIS WAY? LIKE THERE'S COME CONSPIRACY AGAINST ME?!
NOW, I KNOW. I KNOW WHY. YOU ARE NOTHING. I HOPE THE DETAILS ARE FREIGHTNING!
I HOPE I NEVER SEE YOUR FACE AFTER THIS IS OVER WITH! YOU ALL LET ME DOWN PETER. I WANTED THAT "BEST FRIEND" THING THAT EVERYONE ELSE HAD!
NOW...I DON'T NEED IT.
Where's everyoe in Utah
I HATE YOU FOR TREATING ME LIKE SOME MYTHICAL CREATURE! YOU WERE NEVER MY FRIEND. YOU LET ME DOWN! ALL OF YOU! YOU CLAIM TO BE WHO YOU ARE BUT YOU'RE NOT! I'VE SEEN THROUGH YOUR LIES. YOU'D RATHER BE WITH SOMEONE ELSE THAN ME. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? I AM JUST FINE AS ANYONE ELSE WOULD ME. YOU LIAR! YOU FAKE! YOU HYPOCRITE! TRYING TO BE BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE! YOU SHEEP! YOU'RE PATHETIC! I HOPE YOU'LL FINALLY BE GOOD AT SOMETHING THAT YOU THINK YOU ARE! PETER YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO ME! YOU LED ME TO BELIEVE SUCH THINGS THEN YOU LET ME FALL FLAT ON MY FACE! PETER, YOU MADE ME CRY. ASKING GOD WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME? HOW COME MY FRIENDS TREAT ME THIS WAY? LIKE THERE'S COME CONSPIRACY AGAINST ME?!
NOW, I KNOW. I KNOW WHY. YOU ARE NOTHING. I HOPE THE DETAILS ARE FREIGHTNING!
I HOPE I NEVER SEE YOUR FACE AFTER THIS IS OVER WITH! YOU ALL LET ME DOWN PETER. I WANTED THAT "BEST FRIEND" THING THAT EVERYONE ELSE HAD!
NOW...I DON'T NEED IT.
Where's everyoe in Utah
I HATE PETER WHO MADE ME CRY
I hate you peter! So fucking much! I hate how you do this. I was always okay with the things that you do. But then, it got old. And i didn't like it!
Dammit Peter! You made me cry. Cry and hate you. Love you because i do. You disgust me, annoy me anger me. You make me whole. I wish you weren't here, but i swear to God, i'd take it back in a heart beat. Peter you forgot about me. You let me down. Now I'm dragging this heavy luggage down this long road! I suffer. I repent. I am nothing now...Peter? Who are you? I don't ever want to let you down. I want to be something to you, but you won't let me. I feel like you're holding me back. I want to let go. But i fear that i might miss something if i do. I wish you were who i thought you were. I wish i could take back all those bad thoughts.
God, I need you in my life Peter! But i hate you so fucking much for making me go through this hell. Won't you stop? Will you ever stop? For me? For anyone?
But it's too good to let go! So you constantly do it over and over again! That's when i miss you the most. When i need you. when you're all that i ever wanted.
I HATE YOU SO MUCH PETER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But i also love you and need you.
Nobody's home in Conneticut
Dammit Peter! You made me cry. Cry and hate you. Love you because i do. You disgust me, annoy me anger me. You make me whole. I wish you weren't here, but i swear to God, i'd take it back in a heart beat. Peter you forgot about me. You let me down. Now I'm dragging this heavy luggage down this long road! I suffer. I repent. I am nothing now...Peter? Who are you? I don't ever want to let you down. I want to be something to you, but you won't let me. I feel like you're holding me back. I want to let go. But i fear that i might miss something if i do. I wish you were who i thought you were. I wish i could take back all those bad thoughts.
God, I need you in my life Peter! But i hate you so fucking much for making me go through this hell. Won't you stop? Will you ever stop? For me? For anyone?
But it's too good to let go! So you constantly do it over and over again! That's when i miss you the most. When i need you. when you're all that i ever wanted.
I HATE YOU SO MUCH PETER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But i also love you and need you.
Nobody's home in Conneticut
I HATE PETER WHO I NEVER COULD HATE
I hate you Peter, because you make me love you.
I loved you when we were together and I never stop loving you.
I love you and will always do.
Why I can’t say it to you?
Why aren’t we friends anymore?
What happened with us?
I miss you, please give our friendship a chance.
I loved you when we were together and I never stop loving you.
I love you and will always do.
Why I can’t say it to you?
Why aren’t we friends anymore?
What happened with us?
I miss you, please give our friendship a chance.
I HATE PETER WHO I THOUGHT LOVED ME
Dear Peter, I gave just about everything to be with you. I did my very
best. You gave you my virginity, and I'm only fourteen. Because I
thought you loved me. And I wanted it to be special. But it wasn't.
Now I just wish I could burn the image of you over me out of my head.
I stand in scalding hot showers for hours at a futile attemt to scrub
and burn away what I did. What I let you do. I feel violated. I can
still feel you on me. I can taste your mouth. I can feel your hands. I
feel your hair brush my face. You manipulated me into loving you, and
you didn't love me back. I'll admit, maybe at the time it was special
to you. Maybe at the time you did care a little bit. But you don't
now, do you Peter ? Do you care that I was saving myself for the
person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with ? Do you realize
that from the moment I met you, I needed you ? When you held my hand
that one time, at church, I never wanted to let go. And a simple
gesture has never and will probably never again mean so much to me. I
miss you so. How could you like other girls ? And flirt with them ?
And how can you say you love me ? How can you just leave me when I'm
crying, broken, and alone ? I can't even talk to anyone about it. It's
all held up inside of me. Do you know how difficult it will be for me
to give myself to anyone else ? How hard it will be for me to move
on ? How it'll cut like a thousand knives when you're with another
girl ? Especially one whose prettier, older, and more experienced. One
you can be "physical" with, as you put it. One who can please you,
which you told me I couldn't. It was my first time ! I didn't know
what to do. And it hurt. But not more than what you're doing to me
now. I wish you would text me back, instead of not caring. You pinky
pacted that you always would. But that was just another manipulative
lie, wasn't it ? God, I love you so much Peter. But how could you ?
Forever and always,
NeverGoodEnough
best. You gave you my virginity, and I'm only fourteen. Because I
thought you loved me. And I wanted it to be special. But it wasn't.
Now I just wish I could burn the image of you over me out of my head.
I stand in scalding hot showers for hours at a futile attemt to scrub
and burn away what I did. What I let you do. I feel violated. I can
still feel you on me. I can taste your mouth. I can feel your hands. I
feel your hair brush my face. You manipulated me into loving you, and
you didn't love me back. I'll admit, maybe at the time it was special
to you. Maybe at the time you did care a little bit. But you don't
now, do you Peter ? Do you care that I was saving myself for the
person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with ? Do you realize
that from the moment I met you, I needed you ? When you held my hand
that one time, at church, I never wanted to let go. And a simple
gesture has never and will probably never again mean so much to me. I
miss you so. How could you like other girls ? And flirt with them ?
And how can you say you love me ? How can you just leave me when I'm
crying, broken, and alone ? I can't even talk to anyone about it. It's
all held up inside of me. Do you know how difficult it will be for me
to give myself to anyone else ? How hard it will be for me to move
on ? How it'll cut like a thousand knives when you're with another
girl ? Especially one whose prettier, older, and more experienced. One
you can be "physical" with, as you put it. One who can please you,
which you told me I couldn't. It was my first time ! I didn't know
what to do. And it hurt. But not more than what you're doing to me
now. I wish you would text me back, instead of not caring. You pinky
pacted that you always would. But that was just another manipulative
lie, wasn't it ? God, I love you so much Peter. But how could you ?
Forever and always,
NeverGoodEnough
I HATE PETER WHO WAS NOT TRYING TO BE NICE
Fuck you. You were NOT trying to be nice. You just didn’t want me to be mad. At you. If I was mad at anyone else you wouldn’t give a shit. So I really don’t care anymore. I was just about to tell you that I’m not mad anymore. Good job. Back to square one. Seriously, I think all I’ve gone through with you was pointless. What good was staying up on the phone with you?? What good was going to Kay’s house with you?? What was the point if going to the dog park with you?? Oh I know!! It’s cuz I’m a dumbass and I thought that doing that shit would make me happy. Cuz I was with YOU!! Do you not get it?? I really, really, really liked you. You ruined it. I’m fucking done with you. I really wish this shit didn’t have to go down. I’ve tried not to give up on you. But something that big. And with my sister. Who you KNOW I hated you talking to. You know what?? Fuck you!! Imam chill with people YOU hate. Especially Justin. You can hate him now. I don’t care. And your faggot ass shouldn’t care if I hang out with him. If you hate me and you hate him, then what’s the point?? But the only reason I’m not willing to do that is cuz I’ll be using him. For revenge. Oh and I don’t give a shit anymore if you run away. I was freaking crying when I found out you wanted to run away. And I promised you that you could come to me if you needed help. But no. You can’t. You won’t. I won’t let you do it. Cuz if you do, I will seriously scream at you. Never have I felt so much hatred for someone. And yet I still don’t hate you. Your ass is lucky. Seriously. Wow. I’m glad you’re not going to Reed next year. You’re useless. I don’t need you in my life. There are better people for me. People that won’t do that shit. And if they do, they’ll tell me unlike you did!! No!! You kept it a secret. From me. You went and told Athena. I know you’re close but this is something I should have known. I honestly think I’m fucking done with you. And yet there’s still that small chance that I’ll be over this soon. No!! That’s not a possibility. I don’t want to be friends with you anymore. All you’ve done was cause shit. It started off as happiness, I can admit that. But if you look back at what happened. Any time we talked during school I walked off pissed off. Cuz of YOU!! It’s all your fault. No, it’s not. You shouldn’t blame people for a good thing happening. If you can be mad at me for two weeks for no god damn reason, than I sure as hell can be pissed off at you for almost a year for something this big. And anyone who knows me knows that I don’t get mad. And if I do, it’s only for like a day. This is how special you are. Special enough for me to like you even though you’re mad for no reason. And special enough for me to stay mad at you. You are the ONLY person I’ve ever been mad at like this. Maybe it’s not you. Maybe I’ve changed. And if I did, I am sorry for all I’ve said. NO!! I’m not!! I am not sorry for saying or doing anything I’ve done. If it made you mad, good!! If it made you happy, then I guess that’s good too. But I no longer have regrets when it comes to you. Anything I’ve done, I’ve done for a reason. Most likely a stupid reason cuz you bring out my major stupidity, but it’s a reason none the less. I just fucking wish you had your phone so I can send this to you. But no, I don’t wish that. Cuz then I’d be tempted to text you and I wouldn’t be mad anymore. But I honestly like being mad at you. I just hate being sad cuz of you. Anything in the world can EASILY remind me of you. I’ve kept a shoebox of things that are yours or that remind me of you. And my drama notebook reminded me of you too. You’re in there. You’re the main thing in there. And I just really wish I could take it and the rest of the things and burn them. But you needa be there so I can show you that I don’t care about you anymore. But I DO care. But I don’t want to. Burning all that crap will get me to forget you. But who said I wanted to forget you?? Cuz I never said that. And I would never want to. If I forget about you, that’s a hell of a lot of my life wasted. Middle school was supposed to be the best part of my childhood. And you ruined it!! But you also made it better. Now I’m never going to school with you again. Well, I will. But I’m NOT gonna talk to you. Smile at you. Be nice to you. Or anything. You are officially out of my life. BYE. For good!! Oh and if you still want to run away/kill yourself. Go ahead!! I’ve gotten out everything I’ve ever wanted to tell you. I told you I liked you, and I told you how much you fucking pissed me off. Those are the only things I wanted to tell you. And I did. So I don’t give a shit any more. Again, BYE!! For now and forever. Peace. Deuces. Whatever.
-And With My Sister?!?!
-And With My Sister?!?!
I HATE PETER WHO TALKED TO ME LIKE I WAS A DOG
Finally Peter, I can say I hate you. You controlled me and manipulated me, you talked to me like I was a dog! You had zero respect for me! Why? I don't know. Maybe because I was never good enough for you. Well you know what? No one will be. Even Julia wasn't! because I can't thinkl of anyone who would want to be treated like that. You act sweet and nice and loving but it's just to fucking lure people in. I dont know if you ever loved me. I never felt loved. I did however, love you more than anything. I still haven't felt that way about anything else. Fuck, why did I have to waste all that time, effort, feelings, money, LIFE on you. You just wasted it all. And what do I have in return? No friends, and a broken heart. I hate you, I hate your drums, I hate your music, I hate your freckles, I hate your eyes, I hate your skinnyness, I hate how you dress, I hate how messy you are, I hate your dad, I hate how much I loved you, I hate the few good times we had, I hate those pajamas and that ring and that neckalace and that shirt and everything else you gave me. that ring was fucking ugly I', glad I lost it!!!! You can have your friends, your lack of job, your lack of girlfriend (we all know you only want one for sex) and you can keep that sorry fugly eyes half open smile of yours, because It's never gonan do you any good. I hate you, Peter. you claim I ruined your life? By being an amazing girlfriend and putting up with you? Well, shoe's on the other foot Peter. but guess who's the one laughing now?
With Hate,
Orange-Haired in Orangeville
With Hate,
Orange-Haired in Orangeville
I HATE PETER WHO'S LEAVING ME FOR LAW SCHOOL
Peter you ungrateful turd. When I found you standing there in your un ironed shirt and bowling shoes I thought wow what a slug. But you won me over and I invested my time in you creating a fully functioning man out of the drunken spoiled little man I found. And now your leaving me for law school. An attorney, really Peter that's your goal. Your moving from turd to blood sucking turd. Yea that's what this world needs another attorney . I hate you Peter I really hate you.
I HATE PETER WHO ALWAYS TRIES TO SCREW ME OVER
i hate you peter!! you always screw me over and try to take the one i love away from me just because your jealous that i dont love you. you just need to keep your hand off of my boyfriend...im sorry i dont love you, but you just need to back off and keep away. hes not yours, i love him and you cant do anything to change that, and you sure as hell cant change the fact that he loves me back.
I HATE PETER WHO ACTS LIKE A TWAT
I hate you peter for being so mean to your bestest friend ever and now acting like a twat and looking her up on facebook and myspace every single day but not having the courage to ask her to be your friend again. peter, you really really suck.
I HATE PETER WHO TALKS TO MY BAND
I hate you peter for being a bitch to me for years and years and then coming to my gigs and talking to my band and then making my best friend think your not that bad when you've been a bitch to me since i first ever met you.
I HATE PETER WHO USED TO BE MY FRIEND
Peter,
FUCK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU.
Honestly I don't know how I fucking put up with you. You're the fakest person I've ever met. You're like two feet tall and look like a fucking RAT. HELLOOO YOU WEAR THE VICTORIA'S SECRET BOMBSHELL BRA EVERYDAYYYY!!!!!!!!! AND YOU WEAR HEALS TO MAKE YOU TALLERR. LIKE I KNOW YOU HAVE A RED AND A BLUE BOMBSHELL BRA, AND THOSE ARE THE ONLY COLOR BRA STRAPS I SEE UNDER YOUR SHIRTS. Stop please. I want to punch you. You think you're better than everyone else, I really wish I could say this to your face. You lie so fucking much. UGHUGHUGHH!!! I'm so fed up with you. fakeuglybitch.
-FUCKING HATING YOU in New Jersey
FUCK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU.
Honestly I don't know how I fucking put up with you. You're the fakest person I've ever met. You're like two feet tall and look like a fucking RAT. HELLOOO YOU WEAR THE VICTORIA'S SECRET BOMBSHELL BRA EVERYDAYYYY!!!!!!!!! AND YOU WEAR HEALS TO MAKE YOU TALLERR. LIKE I KNOW YOU HAVE A RED AND A BLUE BOMBSHELL BRA, AND THOSE ARE THE ONLY COLOR BRA STRAPS I SEE UNDER YOUR SHIRTS. Stop please. I want to punch you. You think you're better than everyone else, I really wish I could say this to your face. You lie so fucking much. UGHUGHUGHH!!! I'm so fed up with you. fakeuglybitch.
-FUCKING HATING YOU in New Jersey
I HATE PETER WHO IS 21, BUT ACTS LIKE HE'S 5
I hate you, Peter, for being a immature, judgmental jackass.
I'm sorry I chose my boyfriend over you.
Can you blame me? You're twenty-two and you act like you're five. I can't believe you accuse me of being immature and overdramatic just for chewing out my ex over something you yourself told me. I have every right to be angry with my ex, and it's not your goddamn job to swoop in and "save" that immature little fucktard.
And I know you're only mad because you're so goddamn insecure, and you're so "heartbroken" over me choosing my now- boyfriend over you.
I never loved you.
I can't love a child. We had sex a few times, you got attached, and you started acting like a bitch. Hell, I wasn't even sleeping with him during that time despite the rumors, which, of course, you believed, without hearing my side of the story over my attention whore of ex's.
So, grow up, Peter. and FUCK YOURSELF IN THE ASS, because I am never being your fucking emotional punching bag.
FUCK YOU.
- Vehement in Virginia
I'm sorry I chose my boyfriend over you.
Can you blame me? You're twenty-two and you act like you're five. I can't believe you accuse me of being immature and overdramatic just for chewing out my ex over something you yourself told me. I have every right to be angry with my ex, and it's not your goddamn job to swoop in and "save" that immature little fucktard.
And I know you're only mad because you're so goddamn insecure, and you're so "heartbroken" over me choosing my now- boyfriend over you.
I never loved you.
I can't love a child. We had sex a few times, you got attached, and you started acting like a bitch. Hell, I wasn't even sleeping with him during that time despite the rumors, which, of course, you believed, without hearing my side of the story over my attention whore of ex's.
So, grow up, Peter. and FUCK YOURSELF IN THE ASS, because I am never being your fucking emotional punching bag.
FUCK YOU.
- Vehement in Virginia
I HATE PETER WHO IS THE WWW.IHATEYOUPETER.COM WEBSITE
I used to check you regularly. You used to be interesting. You were a place where people could come and eloquently hate on people and objects in their everyday lives, saying the kind of things that they wanted but never could actually say. A place where work-a-day folks like myself could come to share in the petty hatreds of the subway ride, the commute, the boss, the stuck-up hipster at the bar, the spacebar that sticks. You used to contain witty, sometimes interesting double-entendres that left me feeling intellecutally satisfied and contained a sufficent but not excessive level of snark.
Peter, look what you've become.
Now, it seems like every sob-story seventeen-year-old who wants to bitch endlessly about their in-sig-o's breaking up with them. Real tragic, kid. But if you're going to bitch, do it with some class, some style, some originality. If I have to see another ALL-CAPS MOFO or STUPID BITCH or some other low-brow dig repeated dozens of times within the body of the same gramatical-nightmare paragraph, I might just scream.
I hate you, Peter, for not censoring some of these inane posts. I hate you for not preserving what this site once was, and what it could have been, and what it might yet still be. I hate you, so very, very much.
Peter, look what you've become.
Now, it seems like every sob-story seventeen-year-old who wants to bitch endlessly about their in-sig-o's breaking up with them. Real tragic, kid. But if you're going to bitch, do it with some class, some style, some originality. If I have to see another ALL-CAPS MOFO or STUPID BITCH or some other low-brow dig repeated dozens of times within the body of the same gramatical-nightmare paragraph, I might just scream.
I hate you, Peter, for not censoring some of these inane posts. I hate you for not preserving what this site once was, and what it could have been, and what it might yet still be. I hate you, so very, very much.
I HATE PETER WHO IS A MAN-STEALER
Dearest "Peter",
Hi there. Me again.
It seems that you're trying to go after Peter? Wow. Bitch alert. Get with the program, bitch. He. Is. MINE. He actually doesn't like you at all, no one else does either. Everyone hates you. Get that through your thick skull into your pea brain. WE HATE YOU. Just because your mummy is big and important and your daddy is insignificant but still scary, doesn't mean you're anything special.
Look, Peter. You tried to destroy my relationship with Peter. Seriously, you're just a complete and utter dick. You're just... A bad person. Like, all the way through to your core. The fuck is wrong with you? The entire fucking universe doesn't revolve around the holder of all things great, Peter. In fact, Peter, many people actually don't give a shit when you open your mouth.
Also, hit the gym or something. Your fat ass is NOT attractive. And I'm not one to say shit like that, because I AM curvy, and I DO have a larger ass, but not as... Massive as yours. Flabby too.
Look, Peter. Next time I'm talking to Peter, I'm going to bring you up. And we're going to laugh.
Laugh at you, and your attempts to stick your tongue down my man's throat. Please note that he jumped out of the way several times before you gave up. Typically, this means that he is NOT interested.
Laugh at YOUR laugh. The whole Kermit The Frog meets Train collision thing is not endearing. In that video that you took (after your filthy paws snatched MY camera out of my hands), your laugh in the backround made my dog whine and howl. That's right. Not even a DOG finds you appealing.
I know that me and Peter weren't even official yet when you made your first advance, but we both had MoreThanFriends feelings, and the least you could do is respect that. The least you could do is back the hell off. But noooo, it had to be your way, didn't it? And when you realized that you had crashed hard, you brought your friend along to try and entice him? WTF is that? Seriously bitch, you need better training in seduction.
I WOULD offer to do so, but... I fucking hate your guts. Yup. That's a preeeetty big roadblock here. I. Hate. You. Also, flip flops make you look literally retarded. And, you're friend is a complete and utter slut. Your boobs aren't better than anyone else's, darling!
It's over, Peter. Both me and Peter are done with you.
Good fucking Bye. Please go fall into a ditch now.
Love,
Angry and Way Better Looking Than You Anyways
Hi there. Me again.
It seems that you're trying to go after Peter? Wow. Bitch alert. Get with the program, bitch. He. Is. MINE. He actually doesn't like you at all, no one else does either. Everyone hates you. Get that through your thick skull into your pea brain. WE HATE YOU. Just because your mummy is big and important and your daddy is insignificant but still scary, doesn't mean you're anything special.
Look, Peter. You tried to destroy my relationship with Peter. Seriously, you're just a complete and utter dick. You're just... A bad person. Like, all the way through to your core. The fuck is wrong with you? The entire fucking universe doesn't revolve around the holder of all things great, Peter. In fact, Peter, many people actually don't give a shit when you open your mouth.
Also, hit the gym or something. Your fat ass is NOT attractive. And I'm not one to say shit like that, because I AM curvy, and I DO have a larger ass, but not as... Massive as yours. Flabby too.
Look, Peter. Next time I'm talking to Peter, I'm going to bring you up. And we're going to laugh.
Laugh at you, and your attempts to stick your tongue down my man's throat. Please note that he jumped out of the way several times before you gave up. Typically, this means that he is NOT interested.
Laugh at YOUR laugh. The whole Kermit The Frog meets Train collision thing is not endearing. In that video that you took (after your filthy paws snatched MY camera out of my hands), your laugh in the backround made my dog whine and howl. That's right. Not even a DOG finds you appealing.
I know that me and Peter weren't even official yet when you made your first advance, but we both had MoreThanFriends feelings, and the least you could do is respect that. The least you could do is back the hell off. But noooo, it had to be your way, didn't it? And when you realized that you had crashed hard, you brought your friend along to try and entice him? WTF is that? Seriously bitch, you need better training in seduction.
I WOULD offer to do so, but... I fucking hate your guts. Yup. That's a preeeetty big roadblock here. I. Hate. You. Also, flip flops make you look literally retarded. And, you're friend is a complete and utter slut. Your boobs aren't better than anyone else's, darling!
It's over, Peter. Both me and Peter are done with you.
Good fucking Bye. Please go fall into a ditch now.
Love,
Angry and Way Better Looking Than You Anyways
I HATE PETER WHO DOES NOT EXIST IN MY LIFE
i hate you peter ; i dont hate you
i hate you for not being here in my world
i dont hate you because i love you.
i love you peter but i hate you at the same time.
i hate you for not existing in my life
i dont hate you because in fact..i love you
.........i hate you i love you peter but if it comes down to it: i love you
i hate you for not being here in my world
i dont hate you because i love you.
i love you peter but i hate you at the same time.
i hate you for not existing in my life
i dont hate you because in fact..i love you
.........i hate you i love you peter but if it comes down to it: i love you
I HATE PETER WHO WAS PRETTY DAMN ARROGANT
Pete, we’ve been together for quite some time, and you know, when we first met, alarm bells did ring in my head. You were pretty damned arrogant. I put it down to you trying to be confident on the first date. Fast forward a few years and we’ve gotten married. YOU ARE A MORON. I AM A MORON FOR MARRYING YOU. Not only are you a moron, you are also immature, cruel, unintelligent, petty, controlling and have daddy issues. I hate you, your retarded hillbilly family and everything about anything to do with you. We shouldn’t have gotten married you know. Oh, PS, we won’t be married for much longer either, tard. This will come as a surprise to you, simply as you are so foolish to think that I could never leave your emotionally blackmailing vagina. You have turned me from being a nice, kindhearted guy who everyone loved to a broke idiot with no friends. You have damaged my relationship with my immediate family, have sent me broke with your insistence I pay for the entire fucking mortgage, and made me so depressed I have thought about jumping off a cliff if our city actually had any to jump off. One day in the near future I hope you will come home to a mostly empty house where I will politely inform you of the litany of retarded things you have made me do that you will not make me do anymore. I will then proceed to walk away from you singing Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons’ “Walk like a man”. No doubt I’ll be interested to see how much worse things can get in the next four or five months, but hey, I’m a resilient guy. Pete, while you’re here, check out____________and look up____________. You see this chick? I have no idea who she is, but she seems 100% awesome. See her smile? You may not pick it up, but the things beaming out of her smile are “warmth” and “kindness”. Can you see she seems genuine and doesn’t seem to have a sulky pout on her face like you do most of the time? Yeah, thats the sort of inner beauty Im looking for. She probably would get along with my family and not threaten to take their grandkids away from them as well. Sounds like a winner to me! You know why I go to work early every day? Its because I can’t stand you! You know why I encourage you to work more? It’s cause I can’t stand you! The time we spend together is like I have an anchor hanging around my neck. And not just a little anchor you’d moor a tinny to, but like the one on the aircraft carrier Nimitz. One day in the near future I will be free of your stupidity, and I will journey to Hawaii and put my wedding ring on a little remote controlled helicopter. From there, while reciting “One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them, one ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them” I will plough that motherfucking chopper into the nearest volcano or lava flow taking your accursed ring of sauron with it, where it’ll be unmade in the fires of Mt Doom. Peter, you are a fucking retard – and though I may say at the end that I will miss you and we can still be friends etc, I honestly hope I live the rest of my life without hearing or seeing anything to do with you. PS: I pissed in your drink. Cheers, big ears.
I HATE PETER WHO USED ME FOR SEX
I hate you peter, because you used me for sex. Cheated on me obviously. Then still had the balls to lie to my face about you 'loving' me. You took my virginity, and promised me you'd never leave me, and would never do anything to hurt me. You lied. You talk about me in a degrading way, to all your stupid friends. Then you break up with me, saying the text book things a boy would say; "We're two different people." "We both want different things.". I'm not stupid, its all bullshit, you just wanted me to practise on. You never gave a shit about me, and you never will. I've had 2 sleep less nights, just crying, and wishing you'd come running back. I dont even know why i want you back, but i do. Your always on my mind, and i cry over stupid things that i see that remind me of you. If you loved me so much, then why don't you want to try and sort this out. Questions go round and round in my head... are you thinking about me? Do you miss me? Do you want me back? Did you ever love me? Do i even know what love is? I say how much i hate you, over and over in my head, trying to get peace of mind, to get you out of my head, and get over you. I file through boys i could start seeing now, because i want to make you jealous, for you too see what your missing, and maybe even start to get over you? You made me go on the pill, so we could do it "bare back". Yeah, i didn't mind going on it. But i didnt think you would dump me a under a MONTH later. You make me so angry, i wonder how i could be so stupid to belive all your stupid little lies,how could i be so stupid to beleive all the little notes you left with things you loved about me, how i could be so stupid to let you take my virginity so early, and make our relationship sexual, maybe i just wanted an incentive to make you stay with me? That fucking back fired. I say how much i hate you, but i know, if you rang me at any time, saying you wanted me back, i would come running back to you at the drop of a hat. I love you so much. I wish i could go back in time, do something differently, so maybe you wouldnt of left me. Go back to the train station where i first met you, and get back on the train home. Pretend i didnt see you on the plat form waiting for me, and walk away.
I hate you. I love you. Its bitter sweet :(
I hate you. I love you. Its bitter sweet :(
I HATE PETER WHO IS PETER AND THE OTHER PETER
I hate you so much Peter! How dare you not let him in!!?!? I don't even know if you've done it to me too yet, because your so rubbish, I have to wait longer!?!?! What is actually wrong with you? I wish I'd never gone to you at all... I hope everyone realizes how utterly crap you are and leaves you so you go bankrupt!!!!!!! And you, OTHER PETER! How dare you say there was hope WHEN YOU BLATANTLY NEW THERE WAS NONE!!? Your supposed to be a teacher!? And you just give people false hope!? I bet thats not the only thing you give them! I bet your a prostitute as well, I hope you get the sack tomorrow and your animals bite you and run away and your family and friends disown you! I WOULD!!!! Im so glad your an old ugly dog! ERGH! I ACTUALLY HOPE YOU DIE PAINFULLY! YOU MAKE ME SICK! I HATE YOU BOTH PETERS!!!!!!!!!!!
I HATE PETER WHO IS A DATING A GIRL WHO ISN'T EVEN LEGAL
I hate you because I love you and I will for the rest of my life. You disappeared from my life for a year and 5 months, then when I get a facebook you want to be friends. And look, you're dating some girl and it's not even legal! Peter, why did you do this to me? I just start to feel okay about letting go and you're back! I love you! I HATE you! You made me want to die a thousand times, and you're happy and feel nothing for me. But maybe that was why; maybe you sensed what a freak I was the whole time.
Sincerely, Weary in Washington
Sincerely, Weary in Washington
I HATE PETER WHO CALLED ME A FREAK
Before I met you I was pretty normal. Perhaps I was slightly out-spoken and shouty, but I was just this person who had been hurt a few times but could deal with it. Then I met you. I don't even know why I liked you so much, I don't know why I even cared so much. You really hurt my feelings. Ever since the day you told me you loved me, I have had this hopeful image in my head that one day we will end up together and you will love me as much as I love you. But every time we speak, you crush this idea, into tiny peices. You have become someone awful in the past six months, and I told myself 'I could never hate you' because of how strong I wanted us to be together. But I do hate you. I hate you for thinking im weird, for making me have low-self esteem, for making me into the 'crazy bitch' you always talk about.
I still blame myself even though I know its not all my fault. I hope you are happy and find someone that will love you.
I just wish I could find myself again.
The lost one.
I still blame myself even though I know its not all my fault. I hope you are happy and find someone that will love you.
I just wish I could find myself again.
The lost one.
I HATE PETER WHO PULLS THE "I'M YOUR ELDER" CARD
I hate you Peter for always making my life hell. You always get what you want and if you don't you pull the whole 'I'm your elder' card. If that doesn't work you go crying to Mum. You're freaking twenty years old! Grow up. I hate that you get away with it too. I hate that I'm always compared to you, even though we are two very different people. I hate that Mum and Dad love you more. And I hate that you are related to me. But most of all, I hate how I used to be so deluded. I used to think that you loved me, hell, I used to look up to you. But now I know. I know that you are a sexist, racist, ageist pig. I hope it works out for you.
Sincerely,
Livid Lil' Sis
Sincerely,
Livid Lil' Sis
I HATE PETER WHO I MARRIED
Peter, Sometimes I find myself wondering why I married you. you never hear me, you never help me until i get so pissed i yell at you. you watch porn all the time, jerk off then dont have sex with me "because youre not in the mood" . FUCK that! THEN to top it all off.. you LIE ABOUT IT. I HATE LIARS... and YOU LIE TO ME. 5 years of this. 5 FUCKING YEARS... I moved to a foreign country for you! I left my career so i could be with you and so you can be a soldier. i vowed to love you no matter what. and i do, but i dont think i can take this lying anymore. all i have to say now... is GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR AND STOP BEING A FUCKING PUSSY ASS LIER!.
-Tearful in Germany.
-Tearful in Germany.
I HATE PETER WHO TORTURES ME
Dear sweet and adorable peter,
You're leaving for Italy, for all of junior year. We decided that we would end whatever we had between us, because one of us would just get hurt in the end. And then you went back on your word, and now you're texting me, calling me baby, amore, babe, etc, knowing full well that I'm crazy about you. And I am really gonna suffer when you leave. You tell me to meet up with you, and I end up seeing you and your friend for 30 minutes and then you go home without any warning. I hate you. I fucking hate you and your adorable little imp smile. I hate you almost as much as I hate myself. I hope you die of a heat stroke in the beautiful annuls of italia. I don't really. I love you. But you torture me.
Tortured in frisco
You're leaving for Italy, for all of junior year. We decided that we would end whatever we had between us, because one of us would just get hurt in the end. And then you went back on your word, and now you're texting me, calling me baby, amore, babe, etc, knowing full well that I'm crazy about you. And I am really gonna suffer when you leave. You tell me to meet up with you, and I end up seeing you and your friend for 30 minutes and then you go home without any warning. I hate you. I fucking hate you and your adorable little imp smile. I hate you almost as much as I hate myself. I hope you die of a heat stroke in the beautiful annuls of italia. I don't really. I love you. But you torture me.
Tortured in frisco
I HATE PETER WHO SHOULD GO EAT A DONKEY
Dear Peter,
I just i wanted to say i hate you.
We WERE friends... no we WERE best friends. and i treated you the best i could and all you did was treat me like shit.
You seem like the nice girl that everyone wants to be friends with because you can never say no but when you get close to you... you're not that nice after all.You are always so nice and you always know how to make someone feel better but the one person that your not nice and kind too... is me... your best friend. You alwys say 'oh you're my best friend we'll be friends forever'.. but you know what i dont want that to happen... EVER. because even though im you're 'best friend' when someone more popular and prettier than me comes along, im out of the picture. Then when you two eventually become really good friends you come back to me and im too nice to say no so i let you back in to my life and treat you the best i possibly can... then BOOM. it happens again, some new chick has come to school and you ditch me for her... again. the the whole thing happens replays exactly the same way... and then again... and then again. And yet im still to scared to tell you to back off because i dont know what youll do to me. on the outside you seem like a nice pretty girl that wouldnt hurt a fly... but on the inside, you're a back stabbing bitch that deserves to never have any friends again until you learn how to treat the one person thats always been there for you. When we plan something you're like oh ok come to mine... 2 hours before i come over... ' Oh i havent asked my mum yet so i dont think i can go' WTF ARE YOU SERIOUS LADY!!! make me waste my whole day waiting to go to yours then you go and say you cant come!! ARGHHHHH There are so many rude and cruel things i would say to you right now but im not allowed to. Oh and i know you used me just to get closer to Peter1. You always say that your real close with all the boys but when you're not there they tell me that they just use you to get money off you. And its funny because when they ask you for some money to borrow you give them like $10 each and then when i ask you for money... the answers no i have to give it to the boys. oh who really gives a damn about you they dont even like you!!! ARRRRGH
anyways, here's a wonderful list for you.
Peter, you are:
-A BITCH!!!
-Backstabbing
-Ignorant
-Hypocritical
-Mean
-Cruel
-Two-faced
-Stupid
-You pretend to be someone you're not
-Hate-able
-Annoying
-A sheep
-And no-one in our group even likes you anymore.
Just to end this... I FRUCKING HATE YOU PETER!!!!! GO EAT A DONKEY!!
I just i wanted to say i hate you.
We WERE friends... no we WERE best friends. and i treated you the best i could and all you did was treat me like shit.
You seem like the nice girl that everyone wants to be friends with because you can never say no but when you get close to you... you're not that nice after all.You are always so nice and you always know how to make someone feel better but the one person that your not nice and kind too... is me... your best friend. You alwys say 'oh you're my best friend we'll be friends forever'.. but you know what i dont want that to happen... EVER. because even though im you're 'best friend' when someone more popular and prettier than me comes along, im out of the picture. Then when you two eventually become really good friends you come back to me and im too nice to say no so i let you back in to my life and treat you the best i possibly can... then BOOM. it happens again, some new chick has come to school and you ditch me for her... again. the the whole thing happens replays exactly the same way... and then again... and then again. And yet im still to scared to tell you to back off because i dont know what youll do to me. on the outside you seem like a nice pretty girl that wouldnt hurt a fly... but on the inside, you're a back stabbing bitch that deserves to never have any friends again until you learn how to treat the one person thats always been there for you. When we plan something you're like oh ok come to mine... 2 hours before i come over... ' Oh i havent asked my mum yet so i dont think i can go' WTF ARE YOU SERIOUS LADY!!! make me waste my whole day waiting to go to yours then you go and say you cant come!! ARGHHHHH There are so many rude and cruel things i would say to you right now but im not allowed to. Oh and i know you used me just to get closer to Peter1. You always say that your real close with all the boys but when you're not there they tell me that they just use you to get money off you. And its funny because when they ask you for some money to borrow you give them like $10 each and then when i ask you for money... the answers no i have to give it to the boys. oh who really gives a damn about you they dont even like you!!! ARRRRGH
anyways, here's a wonderful list for you.
Peter, you are:
-A BITCH!!!
-Backstabbing
-Ignorant
-Hypocritical
-Mean
-Cruel
-Two-faced
-Stupid
-You pretend to be someone you're not
-Hate-able
-Annoying
-A sheep
-And no-one in our group even likes you anymore.
Just to end this... I FRUCKING HATE YOU PETER!!!!! GO EAT A DONKEY!!
I HATE PETER WHO IS A SELF-ABSORBED INTERNET-HUMPER
FUCK YOU PETER.
Do even get how much hatred and loathing is squeezed into those two words, only to have them fall on fat, dumb ears like yours?
You're the reason I want to kill myself. Yes, you. You make me hate people so much because you're cheap and petty, trying to act like you don't care when you have no fucking clue what it is like to live alone and depressed. Fucking patronizing, self-absorbed, internet-humping shithead. Now I know why everyone fucking hates you. You're a squirming little dickworm and when I told you I hope you get depressed and suicidal I meant it. Peter, if you were worth the insignifigant amount of time I actually spent on you I wouldn't be here right now. Live a little, smoke some herb, snort some powder and THEN tell me what love is, because you have no fucking clue.
And YOU! PETER! just fucking leave me alone!!! For fucks sake get out of my life! I don't care if you don't think I'm ready to be an adult, I've experienced more in 6 months than you ever will in your puny, insipid life. You betrayed me in the worst way possible, and I will never, ever forgive you for that. I'd rather be in foster care than with you right now. STOP trying to shove medication down my throat. STOP trying to get the doctors to put me back on in-patient. STOP asking me if I'm on drugs or cutting myself. STOP lying to me about getting me the documents I need and then saying I have no responsibility.
I wouldn't hate you so much if you just loved me the way I need to be loved. But, I guess that's just too much to ask from you Peter.
But the biggest reason I hate you Peter is that even when I finish writing this and leave my computer screen, nothing will have changed between us.
Rant from The End of My Rope
Do even get how much hatred and loathing is squeezed into those two words, only to have them fall on fat, dumb ears like yours?
You're the reason I want to kill myself. Yes, you. You make me hate people so much because you're cheap and petty, trying to act like you don't care when you have no fucking clue what it is like to live alone and depressed. Fucking patronizing, self-absorbed, internet-humping shithead. Now I know why everyone fucking hates you. You're a squirming little dickworm and when I told you I hope you get depressed and suicidal I meant it. Peter, if you were worth the insignifigant amount of time I actually spent on you I wouldn't be here right now. Live a little, smoke some herb, snort some powder and THEN tell me what love is, because you have no fucking clue.
And YOU! PETER! just fucking leave me alone!!! For fucks sake get out of my life! I don't care if you don't think I'm ready to be an adult, I've experienced more in 6 months than you ever will in your puny, insipid life. You betrayed me in the worst way possible, and I will never, ever forgive you for that. I'd rather be in foster care than with you right now. STOP trying to shove medication down my throat. STOP trying to get the doctors to put me back on in-patient. STOP asking me if I'm on drugs or cutting myself. STOP lying to me about getting me the documents I need and then saying I have no responsibility.
I wouldn't hate you so much if you just loved me the way I need to be loved. But, I guess that's just too much to ask from you Peter.
But the biggest reason I hate you Peter is that even when I finish writing this and leave my computer screen, nothing will have changed between us.
Rant from The End of My Rope
I HATE PETER WITH THE DUMB FACE AND FAKE VOICE
I hate you so much. I hate every aspect of you, your dumb face , your fake voice, everything.
Even though you're my best friend. Or so you think you were.
Let's start from the root of all the trouble.
Starting this year, after I came back from my holiday, you were practically annoying. Everything I did, you did too. Wherever I sat, you just had to sit beside. Wherever I went, it became a must for you to follow or something like that.
Then the first incident happened.
I got into deep shit with your beautiful companions.
They didn't like me. I didn't like them either.
They claimed you were a completely different person, and that I was changing you forcefully. What a likely story, since I was not the one who suggested things like, "Oh, you have xxxxxx too? I have them!!"
Then the second time I was so pissed at you I could have murdered you right there and then.
Thing is, you are nothing but one o the rest : copycat, a failure, worthless.
Everything I did, you had to do , so you can please the fact that "we're 'sisters'", even though we're not.
I just said that we had some things in common and then you decided to "merge" the both of us.
Seriously? Even twins are two fucking different people. If you don't know that, you're either really stupid or you're just a failure.
You said you weren't like one of those people who'd get jealous over who I talk to.
But you did. When me and Bunny were talking about our team players getting injured, you turned back and looked at us, with that fucking retarded/jealous look on your face, and then turned back and started to sit in your signature wristcutting position.
Another time, when I got too fed up with your retarded whining, I went over to Bunny to cool my anger off. Then to get my attention you decided to slit your wrist.
You're not me, you're not cool, you'r not the person you claim to be. In fact, I don't even know who you are, because you're a fucking two-faced retarded bitch who decides to stick around like a flea on a dog.
I admit, you're a great actress. But I'm tired of the drama, and I just want to leave.
I did change. I changed for the better good. I changed for my independence.
I want to move on to a better life with better people, so stop restraining me from leaving you and your "clique".
And if you can't accept the fact that I want to leave, and I want to change, then go ahead and slit your wrists and commit suicide. I don't care.
You can go ahead and have your clique rage at me, you can go ahead and backstab me, but remember, you're nothing, because you're just like anyone else, but you just fail harder at life.
Go to hell, bitch. Don't keep deluding yourself that I'm you're other half, you motherfucking bitch with an infatuation with who's better tha you.
I don't care if you die. Say I'm jealous, say I'm stupid, do everything, but I'm not jealous. I just ask for change. And the only change you're giving me is a change in attitude towards the better things.
Don't obstruct my path.
I will hate you more, Peter, if you do.
Even though you're my best friend. Or so you think you were.
Let's start from the root of all the trouble.
Starting this year, after I came back from my holiday, you were practically annoying. Everything I did, you did too. Wherever I sat, you just had to sit beside. Wherever I went, it became a must for you to follow or something like that.
Then the first incident happened.
I got into deep shit with your beautiful companions.
They didn't like me. I didn't like them either.
They claimed you were a completely different person, and that I was changing you forcefully. What a likely story, since I was not the one who suggested things like, "Oh, you have xxxxxx too? I have them!!"
Then the second time I was so pissed at you I could have murdered you right there and then.
Thing is, you are nothing but one o the rest : copycat, a failure, worthless.
Everything I did, you had to do , so you can please the fact that "we're 'sisters'", even though we're not.
I just said that we had some things in common and then you decided to "merge" the both of us.
Seriously? Even twins are two fucking different people. If you don't know that, you're either really stupid or you're just a failure.
You said you weren't like one of those people who'd get jealous over who I talk to.
But you did. When me and Bunny were talking about our team players getting injured, you turned back and looked at us, with that fucking retarded/jealous look on your face, and then turned back and started to sit in your signature wristcutting position.
Another time, when I got too fed up with your retarded whining, I went over to Bunny to cool my anger off. Then to get my attention you decided to slit your wrist.
You're not me, you're not cool, you'r not the person you claim to be. In fact, I don't even know who you are, because you're a fucking two-faced retarded bitch who decides to stick around like a flea on a dog.
I admit, you're a great actress. But I'm tired of the drama, and I just want to leave.
I did change. I changed for the better good. I changed for my independence.
I want to move on to a better life with better people, so stop restraining me from leaving you and your "clique".
And if you can't accept the fact that I want to leave, and I want to change, then go ahead and slit your wrists and commit suicide. I don't care.
You can go ahead and have your clique rage at me, you can go ahead and backstab me, but remember, you're nothing, because you're just like anyone else, but you just fail harder at life.
Go to hell, bitch. Don't keep deluding yourself that I'm you're other half, you motherfucking bitch with an infatuation with who's better tha you.
I don't care if you die. Say I'm jealous, say I'm stupid, do everything, but I'm not jealous. I just ask for change. And the only change you're giving me is a change in attitude towards the better things.
Don't obstruct my path.
I will hate you more, Peter, if you do.
I HATE PETER WHO CHOOSES TO IGNORE THAT WE OBVIOUSLY HAVE SOMETHING
Dear Peter, I hate you.
I hate how i gave you every last part of me. I hate you said you would never abandon me, but then you did. I hate how you use to text me late at night and tell me you cared about me, and now you pretend like that never happened. I hate how you make me feel like a retard for trying. I hate that you can make every last part of me crumble when you smile at me, and i hate how sometimes you can be so incredibly kind, and then a dick. I hate that you say you don't want to act like a dick, but then you do. I hate that we obviously have something, but you choose to ignore it. I hate that your girlfriend made you stop talking to me. I hate that i told you every last detail about all the things that have happened in my life, and now i feel stupid. I hate that your my boss. And i hate that you want to follow the rules. I hate that no matter how hard i try, how much i block my mind from you, you are always there, and you can so easily break down that wall. I hate that we have so much in common, and i hate that we use to be able to talk for hours about one thing. I hate that i see you every morning no matter what, because some how my routine clashes with yours. Most of all i hate how even after 8 months, i am still head of heels. I still get flustered when i see you. I hate how ignorant you are. I have never ever met anyone so complicated and hard to figure out, and i hope i never do again. The thing i hate more than anything, is that, despite everything you do, I love you.
I hate how i gave you every last part of me. I hate you said you would never abandon me, but then you did. I hate how you use to text me late at night and tell me you cared about me, and now you pretend like that never happened. I hate how you make me feel like a retard for trying. I hate that you can make every last part of me crumble when you smile at me, and i hate how sometimes you can be so incredibly kind, and then a dick. I hate that you say you don't want to act like a dick, but then you do. I hate that we obviously have something, but you choose to ignore it. I hate that your girlfriend made you stop talking to me. I hate that i told you every last detail about all the things that have happened in my life, and now i feel stupid. I hate that your my boss. And i hate that you want to follow the rules. I hate that no matter how hard i try, how much i block my mind from you, you are always there, and you can so easily break down that wall. I hate that we have so much in common, and i hate that we use to be able to talk for hours about one thing. I hate that i see you every morning no matter what, because some how my routine clashes with yours. Most of all i hate how even after 8 months, i am still head of heels. I still get flustered when i see you. I hate how ignorant you are. I have never ever met anyone so complicated and hard to figure out, and i hope i never do again. The thing i hate more than anything, is that, despite everything you do, I love you.
I HATE PETER WHO THINKS MY LIFE IS ALL ABOUT HIM
Peter, I hate you because you think my life is all about you.
I hate you because you think you are always fucking right.
I hate you because all you talk about is boobs and sex.
I hate you because you think every status on facebook, every single time I cry is because of YOU.
I hate you because you always talk about me.
I hate you because you turn your friends against me.
I hate you because you think you're so hot.
I hate you because your ego is oh so big.
I hate you because you won't listen and start cursing all the time.
I hate you because you think I still care about you!
I hate you because you think you are always fucking right.
I hate you because all you talk about is boobs and sex.
I hate you because you think every status on facebook, every single time I cry is because of YOU.
I hate you because you always talk about me.
I hate you because you turn your friends against me.
I hate you because you think you're so hot.
I hate you because your ego is oh so big.
I hate you because you won't listen and start cursing all the time.
I hate you because you think I still care about you!
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