<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937</id><updated>2011-12-15T16:25:40.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE YOU, PETER.</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Have you ever desperately wanted to tell someone off, but couldn't find the words at the time? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; 
Or there's someone you just can't stand, but you've never had  the opportunity to tell that person why to his/her face. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;
Well, now's your chance.  Tell Peter off.  Tell him what you really think.  Tell him exactly what you want to say to the other person. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  
It's time for you to have some closure.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>552</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-970145312073225518</id><published>2010-12-20T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:47:40.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO ALWAYS ASKS ME STUFF</title><content type='html'>Peter... Peter... Peter fucking' pumpkin eater!!! Why do you always ask me something when you and I both know I don't know anything about the trivial matter at hand. I do not know what you are talking about! Please stop talking to me about it. You will ask me time after time and I will still give you the same answer. NO, I do not know anything about it, maybe you should stop asking me because I'm going to punch you in the face! Go ask the person who originally knew about the matter, maybe Peter can help you.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone and let me do my work in peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-970145312073225518?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/970145312073225518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=970145312073225518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/970145312073225518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/970145312073225518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-always-asks-me-stuff.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO ALWAYS ASKS ME STUFF'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-8903790873844124828</id><published>2010-12-20T08:46:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:47:11.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO BETRAYED ME</title><content type='html'>I hate you for hitting me. I hate you for kissing me. I hate that i used to trust you.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for playing with me. I hate you for being fake. I hate you for being a lair.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you used to be like a father to me. i hate that you used to be my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for hurting me. I hate you for making me go to the police.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you because i have no one else to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for everything you have done to me.&lt;br /&gt;I would love you, if you disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;Peter, I hate you for making me cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-8903790873844124828?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8903790873844124828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=8903790873844124828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8903790873844124828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8903790873844124828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-betrayed-me.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO BETRAYED ME'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-2318850918770701618</id><published>2010-12-20T08:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:46:49.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO "I HATE" ISN'T STRONG ENOUGH FOR</title><content type='html'>To say 'I hate you, Peter' would be too much of an understatement- so is saying 'I absolutely abhor you and wish you every failure in life' or even ' I loathe you so much that I wish you were as dead as a doornail.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, Peter. I hate everything about you: your ugly face, your stupidly thin frame, your stinking personality. But most of all, I hate the fact that you exist. So, do me and the rest of mankind a favour and go top yourself.  And do it soon- we all can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-2318850918770701618?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2318850918770701618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=2318850918770701618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2318850918770701618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2318850918770701618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-i-hate-isnt-strong.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO &quot;I HATE&quot; ISN&apos;T STRONG ENOUGH FOR'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-2334745983418596737</id><published>2010-12-20T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:46:16.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO CHANGED</title><content type='html'>I hate you peter. I hate you for making me feel like everything I did was insignificant. I hate you for making me feel guilty for our fall-out. You spend time on Facebook, telling everyone today's your low point. that you're so done with everything. When I tried to fix our relationship, I got nothing back. But you deleted me. really? that's how it's gonna be? You always told me you would never hurt me. i always believed you. i looked up to you like you wouldn't imagine. even after all the things that happened between us two years ago. Do you even remember that? but you look at me with disdain and it hurts. it hurts knowing that you aren't who you used to be. you aren't who i fell in love with so long ago. i went to you for everything, and i was just being a silly girl. but you're a real piece of work. you make people fall for you but know you will never reciprocate, not in friendships OR a relationship. you say you're not good enough, when everyone thinks you're arrogant. the peter you were three years ago is gone, and so is everything else i had with you. You cannot possibly understand how much that hurts me. especially when i considered you one of my best friends. sometimes i wish i knew what you were thinking, so i could understand why you treat people this way. and i wish you knew how it felt to be utterly heartbroken by someone you trusted more than anyone else. i hope one day you'll understand what it's like to be on the losing side of a 70%/30% relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-2334745983418596737?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2334745983418596737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=2334745983418596737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2334745983418596737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2334745983418596737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-changed.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO CHANGED'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-5848842908012703491</id><published>2010-12-20T08:44:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:45:52.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS MY BROTHER</title><content type='html'>To my dearest peter,&lt;br /&gt;can anyone believe you. not the lies you tell but you, everything about is horrible peter. you are only achild and we all already are saving up our money so you can live at home for the rest of your life- no it's true- i swear. no has ever told you, but we talk of it all the time, no joke. if i actually told this to your face you probably throw something at me, but i dont care. you are going to do absolutely nothing with you life. peter, let me ask you a question, can you imagine a 30 yearold balding man sitting all by his lonesome at a dirty home calling for his retired mother to make him dinner while he plays those hideous video games on his new console or maybe reading a comic book with almost no dialouge at all? you can?! goo, cause that is you. im not joking at all. i really hate you, and you scare me, you've ruined my life, my childhood, but i will NOT let you ruin my future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-5848842908012703491?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5848842908012703491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=5848842908012703491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5848842908012703491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5848842908012703491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-is-my-brother.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS MY BROTHER'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-1620197633076885532</id><published>2010-12-20T08:44:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:44:56.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO MADE ME LOVE HIM</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt;I hate you Peter. I hate you for making me love you. I hate you for trying your hardest to be there for me and then disappearing. I hate you for picking her over me. I hate you for not caring for so long, and then trying to come back into my life. I hate you doing this! How could you do this to me? How could you just stop loving me?! You said you'd always be there! That's a fucking lie. You left. And now you're alone. Fuck you Peter. I fucking hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-1620197633076885532?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1620197633076885532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=1620197633076885532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1620197633076885532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1620197633076885532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-made-me-love-him.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO MADE ME LOVE HIM'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-1960399165491698184</id><published>2010-12-20T08:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:44:31.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO DOESN'T NOTICE ME</title><content type='html'>I hate you peter for never seeing me. When you see me, you only see a freak, an outcast but never me. I'm a 2d character to you, how can you not see that I'm smart and talented. I know the things you say about me, the cruel words and snickers about me behind my back. Why do you pretend to care, why do you all pretend? People seem to think that in all humans we have the ability to be empathetic, whoever started that "rumor" doesn't know what they're talking about. People are never empathetic, we try to be, but as hard as we try we still hurt people, we still miss the obvious feelings of others in penchant for our own. So stop with the lies, stop with the fake concern, I can see straight through it, its just pathetic hearing you all try and cover your tracks. You almost make hating you too easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-1960399165491698184?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1960399165491698184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=1960399165491698184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1960399165491698184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1960399165491698184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-doesnt-notice-me.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO DOESN&apos;T NOTICE ME'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-7114202562622295244</id><published>2010-12-20T08:43:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:44:10.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO ALWAYS GETS WHAT'S MINE</title><content type='html'>I hate you, Peter because despite your happiness, you always get what's mine. Even if you don't want it or mean to...you do. Everything is just handed right from me to you and I'm hoping you'll soon realize wrong from right. It's beginning to get to me. I'm beginning to think that there's a reason...for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart broken and jealous in Los Angeles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-7114202562622295244?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7114202562622295244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=7114202562622295244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7114202562622295244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7114202562622295244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-always-gets-whats-mine.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO ALWAYS GETS WHAT&apos;S MINE'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-4027920071743922929</id><published>2010-12-20T08:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:43:32.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS DOING MY HEAD IN</title><content type='html'>Seriously Peter, you’re doing my head in.&lt;br /&gt;You think you’re better than me just because you’ve shagged more guys?! Fuck you! I’m smarter and I’m better looking and I don’t shove my tits in guys faces to get their attention. No one likes you. NO ONE! And you might walk around, head held high because you think you’re better than everyone else, you think you’re more mature, but you’re not. Everyone’s just sat their laughing at you! You’re a slut.&lt;br /&gt;And you can bitch about me all you goddamn like! I’ve stopped caring. Sure, it hurts, I mean I was one of the few left that actually stuck up for you! But it’s over now. Fuck. You. Whore.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, you’re ass does look big in those new jeans. I lied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-4027920071743922929?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4027920071743922929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=4027920071743922929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/4027920071743922929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/4027920071743922929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-is-doing-my-head-in.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS DOING MY HEAD IN'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-8021227716527268578</id><published>2010-12-20T08:41:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:43:11.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO DOESN'T UNDERSTAND ME AND WHOM I DON'T UNDERSTAND</title><content type='html'>I HATE PETER WHO DOESN'T UNDERSTAND ME AND WHOM I DON'T UNDERSTAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you Peter because you literally don't make any sense and I genuinely do not understand how that tiny brain of yours works. I know you're only a kid but your perverted jokes&lt;br /&gt;and horrible way of misspelling, while humorous, also drives me crazy. You don't take responsibility of anything and blame everything on "Bieber" WHICH IS FUCKING STUPID. I HATE YOU SO MUCH YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND. Hence, the heading. I HATE THAT YOU IGNORE ME WHEN I TRY TO TALK TO YOU AND YOU ONLY TALK TO PEOPLE WHO BARELY PAY ANY ATTENTION TO YOU. It doesn't make sense. And you think you're so cool for staying in the living room when there was a "tornato" (which btw is spelt TORNADO) instead of the basement, but you're not. YOU'RE JUST A FUCKING IDIOT who likes climbing trees. And you like Mac n' Cheese. WE GET IT. STOP TELLING US. AND YOU'RE SO STUPID, YOU DON'T EVEN GET THAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT YOU, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLJK we love you. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-8021227716527268578?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8021227716527268578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=8021227716527268578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8021227716527268578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8021227716527268578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-doesnt-understand-me.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO DOESN&apos;T UNDERSTAND ME AND WHOM I DON&apos;T UNDERSTAND'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-6607001495168896673</id><published>2010-12-20T08:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:41:40.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO ALWAYS EATS SPAGHETTI AND HANGS OUT ON GRASS</title><content type='html'>I H8 YOU PETER U STUPID UGLY ASS BITCH HOE STOP EATING SPAGHETTI AND HANGING ON GRASS. IT'S S0000 ANNOYING I H8 SEEING YOUR EMAILS ABOUT YOU CHILLIN ON GRASS AND EATING THAT RAW SPAGHETTI THAT HANGS FROM YOUR MOUTH. ICKY VICKY. AND I H8 IT WEN U EMAIL ABOUT ENYONE. UGH PETER DON'T COME BACK EVAR AGEN. AND STOP BLAMING IT ON JUSTINE BOOBER. SHES SO C00L THO SO Y MUST U BLAME STUFF ON HER WHATD SHE DO 2 U SHE DIDNT SMACK U OR SOMETHIN. ND STOP TAKING YEAR BREAKS FROM YOUR EMAIL. UGH I CREY WEN U DO THAT. O ND YOU OWE ME LIEK A  QUARTER COS I MADE SOMEONE FOLLOW U OKAY PETER HATE U. ~~~~~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-6607001495168896673?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6607001495168896673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=6607001495168896673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6607001495168896673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6607001495168896673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-always-eats-spaghetti.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO ALWAYS EATS SPAGHETTI AND HANGS OUT ON GRASS'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-3443787117772416677</id><published>2010-12-20T08:40:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:41:09.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO I GAVE UP SO MUCH FOR</title><content type='html'>I can't believe you Peter. I can't believe that you just decided to stop talking to me all together after I gave up so much for you. I gave you a third chance, A THIRD FUCKING CHANSE!!!! do you know how many of those you get in life? Probably 1, so sucks for you because you just used your only one up. I hate you when your high, thats when your the worst. I hope all that weed kills every single one of your stupid useless brain cells and you die from a drug overdose. You don't deserve any girl and I hope you get rejected by all of them. I hope you die alone, and a virgin. I hope you never get to have sex since you want it so bad. I can't believe you treat people the way you do. I fucking hate you more than anybody else that I have in my entire life. You don't deserve anything. I want you to be locked up on a room with no windows and no doors for a year to make you go crazy. I wish every bad thing on you. I hope you get caught by your parents and they send you away to some correctional facility. And if you were to come back changed, I would still hate you forever and never talk to you. I hate what you have done to me and I hate everything about you. Heres some last tips : 1. NO BODY likes pimples on your back, its just gross. 2. NO BODY likes when the whitest people act black, I mean really it's just embarrassing. 3. playing games on your computer during lunch isn't cool. 4. You watch too much porn, news flash- porn isn't real life, no wonder you have so many false expectations about sex. UGH you are just awkward and I hate you. Please go die in a hole. I hope your life sucks forever!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-3443787117772416677?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3443787117772416677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=3443787117772416677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3443787117772416677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3443787117772416677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-i-gave-up-so-much-for.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO I GAVE UP SO MUCH FOR'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-3002065597917460045</id><published>2010-12-20T08:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:40:37.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO DOESN'T LOVE ME</title><content type='html'>I hate you Peter because I love you. And you don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-3002065597917460045?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3002065597917460045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=3002065597917460045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3002065597917460045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3002065597917460045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-doesnt-love-me.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO DOESN&apos;T LOVE ME'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-7843342768306487894</id><published>2010-12-20T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:40:12.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO MADE ME FALL IN LOVE</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I hate you for making me fall in love with you. I hate you for going out with my best friend when I liked you. I hate myself for saying it was okay if she went out with you, because she knew I liked you. I do not hate her. I hate you for becoming my best friend and replacing her, then dumping me for such a stupid reason. I hate you for every single fight and every single time you'd make me cry and then you'd play that song that sent my head spinning from confusion. I hate how you'd always say my name and I'd break. I hate how you would always talk about her and never would ask me how I was and when I got upset about anything and tried to talk about it with you, you'd get mad at me. I hate how you sent me so many mixed signals, I couldn't keep them straight. I hate how I went back to you, begging you for our friendship back, because I knew I'd rather be your friend if I couldn't have you. I hate how you ruined me for love, and I'm so insecure if he actually loves me, that I question him all the time about it. Peter, what did I ever do to deserve it? I was there for you. Before your surgery, who was talking to you? Me. Who were you talking to instead of her that night? Me. She wondered why, but of course I was giving you advice about her. We had had a fight that night, and you gave me a hug. I melted inside and I hate you for that. I hate you for when we'd accidentally on purpose catch each other's eyes in the lunch room and we'd immediately look away. I hate you for all the times I've fantasized about you apologizing and begging for forgiveness. I hate you for being happy and ruining me for happiness. I hate you because I still love you a little. No matter how many times I've told myself that I'm over you, it's a lie every time. I hate you, Peter. And you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;Sappy Pitiful Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-7843342768306487894?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7843342768306487894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=7843342768306487894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7843342768306487894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7843342768306487894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-made-me-fall-in-love.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO MADE ME FALL IN LOVE'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-7392388376060789856</id><published>2010-12-20T08:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:39:42.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO I COULD EASILY FLIP AROUND TO LIKE</title><content type='html'>I hate you Peter, how you are always so close yet so far away...&lt;br /&gt;I hate you Peter, how sometimes I choose to ignore you and will feel guilty...&lt;br /&gt;I hate you Peter, how you act as if I am not really your true friend at times....&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I hate how I like you so much...&lt;br /&gt;I hate how you were always there for me through the good times and the bad...&lt;br /&gt;I hate how you really did treat me like a true friend even when it didn’t feel like it...&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I can’t make time to spend with you...&lt;br /&gt;So, the question is, to hate or not to hate??&lt;br /&gt;Well for now, its Hate. But hate could easily flip around to like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-7392388376060789856?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7392388376060789856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=7392388376060789856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7392388376060789856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7392388376060789856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-i-could-easily-flip.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO I COULD EASILY FLIP AROUND TO LIKE'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-3784630286250295085</id><published>2010-12-20T08:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:38:53.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO TRIES TO STALK ME</title><content type='html'>THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you stalk not only me, but my family members as well.  Emailing my little sister is NOT FUCKING OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;The way you touch me all the time.  Golden rule of friendship: friends don't slap other friends' asses.  Nor do they wrap their clingy little fingers around their friends' waists and squeak "I wuv you. Do you wuv me?"&lt;br /&gt;NO.  NO I FUCKING DON'T.  PLEASE GO JUMP UNDER A GARBAGE TRUCK AND DIE, SLOWLY AND PAINFULLY, WHILE HOT GARBAGE JUICE DRIBBLES OVER YOUR SHITTY EYELINER AND INTO YOUR DISGUSTING GREASY HAIR (hopefully that'll fully destroy that stupid fake flower clip)&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you about talk to me. "I want you as my lover". "We should totally go the to same uni.  And take all the same courses.  And be flatmates." &lt;br /&gt;The way you listed me on facebook as your sister.  And you put your profile pic as me and you.  And whenever you can you make meaningless conversation with me.  And then you tell me about how you and your mum talk about me. And how your mum loves me. And how we should catch up over the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I BURN PICTURES OF YOUR FACE IN MY SPARE TIME, BITCH. NO, I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU OVER THE FUCKING HOLIDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, just stop trying to molest me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much hate,&lt;br /&gt;that girl you stalk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-3784630286250295085?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3784630286250295085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=3784630286250295085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3784630286250295085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3784630286250295085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-tries-to-stalk-me.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO TRIES TO STALK ME'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-2048526385620805265</id><published>2010-12-20T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:38:28.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO HURT SOMEONE THAT MEANT SO MUCH TO ME</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt;  I hate you because you hurt someone that meant so much to me. you knew exactly what you were doing and kept going. she was vurnarable and you didnt give a shit! who do you thinkyou are!? your a selfish ass who will die alone. i fucking hate you!! you have no friends for a reason. they see the truth in your ways..your nothing but a nasty man whore!! im sick of it..i want you out of her life. you have hurt her beyond belief. you will see your mistake she is the best thing you ever had. what is wrong with you. you clearly need help becuase your ways are not right. i hope you dont sleep at night knowing how much you made her cry. how hard she fell for you and in a yrs time wrecked her for all shes worth. she trusted you and you used her. i believed you i trusted you you fucking said you'd take care of her!!!?? then for what?? fucking drop her when you wanted to go pick up a couple more skanks at the bars? convienent for you. your a dick. and i will never forgive you for what you've done. the hurt you've caused. ill never get back those nights i sat with her while she cried to me lost of who she was because of your scum bag ways FUCK YOU PETER&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SINCERELY, THE PISSED OFF BESTFRIEND&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-2048526385620805265?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2048526385620805265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=2048526385620805265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2048526385620805265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2048526385620805265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-hurt-someone-that.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO HURT SOMEONE THAT MEANT SO MUCH TO ME'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-6062132168073229739</id><published>2010-12-20T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:37:19.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO FLIRTS WITH EVERYONE</title><content type='html'>Hey there, Peter,&lt;br /&gt;You're supposed to be my best friend, right? Right! I actually enjoy you, and I'm glad we're friends. We always have SO much fun together, and we get each other so well. But, you know. You have, like, fucking double D boobs and you use them. A lot. Too much. Maybe I'm being jealous, but hey. You're honestly 4 ft. 11 in. of pure, slutty, flirtatiousness. Maybe you don't realize you're doing it, Peter. I know you had a bad past. I know your past probably influences your actions now, Peter, even though you got help. BUT SERIOUSLY GOD FUCK DAMN. Do you have to flirt with EVERYONE?! I know of one guy who likes you. Oh, and another. AND OH HEY another kid too! Plus all the other guys you always talk to that I've never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Um. I know you don't REALIZE you flirt. Actually, I want you to realize that you do because I fucking hate you when you flirt with everyone. I mean, it's bad enough that you get blessed with a tiny, petite body, DD's, and blonde hair. You're like every guy's dream, right? TOTALLY. And here I am, marginally... so much LESS in your shadow. Everyone always likes you. Always. When given the choice, they like you. You are naturally just... SOCIAL. You can walk up to everyone and talk to them. You have a loud voice. A pretty face. When you say something, people stop to hear it. When I say something, they either talk over me, go on to talking to you, or you interrupt with your goddamn loud trumpet voice. YOU ALWAYS INTERRUPT ME. Always. ESPECIALLY WHEN WE ARE WITH GUYS. You KNOW that I liked him. You KNOW how happy I get when I talk to him. You KNOW how fucking SHY I am, and how hard it is for me to talk to people. So why do you feel the need to talk over me? And, more importantly, why do you feel the need to talk FOR me? Sure, we're best friends, but you don't know EXACTLY how I feel. You don't LIVE with the FUCKING THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD, therefore, you have no license to pretend that you do. You can't tell people how I feel, because you don't know. Speaking of things you don't know, you don't know what it's like to live in my house, so just shut the fuck up about it. Seriously. Yeah. Your home life sucks. But hey, mine has it's moments. Completely fucking horrible moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, most importantly... I like HIM. A lot. He is literally the closest I've ever come to a boyfriend. And you are just going to fuck EVERYTHING UP if you keep flirting with him. Please, just back the fuck off. Please. Please, please, please, please, please, PLEASE. I can't describe to you how much this fucking frustrates me, Peter. And it's not just me. All our other friends know that you flirt. Hell, you even stole a guy from one of our friends. And then stomped on his heart. Like, seriously!? You FLIRT with them, and then are ASTONISHED when they like you. Stop. Stop. And stop hurting them. Guys have feelings. I have feelings. You just need to STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begrudgingly yours,&lt;br /&gt;Your Unflirty, Frumpy, Frustrated Best Friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-6062132168073229739?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6062132168073229739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=6062132168073229739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6062132168073229739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6062132168073229739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-flirts-with-everyone.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO FLIRTS WITH EVERYONE'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-5451655904090584417</id><published>2010-12-20T08:35:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:36:53.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS MY BROTHER WITH AN ASIAN WOMAN FETISH</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for abandoning me to take care of our mother after she had a massive stroke. It's because I'm female, Peter, and you think that my life is far less important than your own. Peter, you are a joke but you don't take me seriously because you think I'm a joke. But Peter, you are 34 and teaching English in China because you have an Asian women fetish. I wouldn't mind if you had an Asian women fetish, lived in China and helped take care of mom, in fact I'd like you. But you won't help, and your neglect has made it so that I am tied to our home town after graduating from college (with exceptional grades, while you managed to slither by after convincing your Ukrainian T.A. to give you an undeserved C in a required math class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You come home for the holidays with a new girlfriend each year and rack up debt on your credit card in attempt to impress them. Then you get angry at everyone because you can't pay-off the bills on an English-teacher-for-hire's wages. What's wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was accepted into graduate school but can't go because I have to take care of mom and work. It's either that or I hand her over to the state where she can live in a low-income nursing home. Do you care? Do you care about either of us? Why can't you take care of mom after I've done it for nearly 4 years? Just temporarily. All I ask is for temporary help, but you can't give it to me because you're a fat and stupid drunken fuck. Life would be better without you. The world would be better without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be happy if you drank yourself into a coma that you never exited, Peter. It would make life a lot less complicated and painful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-5451655904090584417?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5451655904090584417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=5451655904090584417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5451655904090584417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5451655904090584417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-is-my-brother-with.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS MY BROTHER WITH AN ASIAN WOMAN FETISH'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-6009121153916681452</id><published>2010-12-20T08:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:35:45.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE EPTER WHO EXPECTS ME TO ACT LIKE I CARE</title><content type='html'>dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt;who fucking slut. you think i care if your bf kissed you or not. dont tell me your fucking stories and expect me to act like i care. peter sometimeds i wish you would just disappear. you want me to rub pimple cream all over your back when you havent even gave me one hug. peter you should get a life because you desparately need one.&lt;br /&gt;sincerly,&lt;br /&gt;rousy in rhode island&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-6009121153916681452?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6009121153916681452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=6009121153916681452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6009121153916681452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6009121153916681452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-epter-who-expects-me-to-act-like.html' title='I HATE EPTER WHO EXPECTS ME TO ACT LIKE I CARE'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-7698681475109839241</id><published>2010-12-20T08:34:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:35:16.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO I NEED</title><content type='html'>you.&lt;br /&gt;Letting go is painful.&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting what we had is hard.&lt;br /&gt;Missing you sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like i need you sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing you is depressing.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to you everyday and KNOWING I can't have you kills me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;I still miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but need you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had you all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-7698681475109839241?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7698681475109839241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=7698681475109839241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7698681475109839241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7698681475109839241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-i-need.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO I NEED'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-3709970760950251822</id><published>2010-12-20T08:34:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:34:55.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO THINKS SHE'S SO COOL</title><content type='html'>LISTEN PETER. YOU'RE NOT THAT COOL. YOU'RE A FUCKING FRESHMAN. SHUT&lt;br /&gt;THE FUCK UP. I KNOW YOUR TYPE. YOU PLAY INNOCENT. YOU GET AS MANY&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE TO LIKE YOU AS YOU CAN. YOU CHANGE YOURSELF TO SUIT THEM. YOU&lt;br /&gt;KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE, PETER? A BUNCH OF UPPERCLASSMEN FRIENDS. MY&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS. BUT THATS ALL YOU HAVE PETER. NEXT YEAR, WHEN THEY GRADUATE,&lt;br /&gt;YOULL HAVE NO FRIENDS. GOOD. YOU DIDNT BOTHER TO MAKE FRIENDS WITH&lt;br /&gt;YOUR OWN CLASS. HAHHAHAHA. STUPID FUCKING FRESHMAN. YOU TOOK MY&lt;br /&gt;BESTFRIEND, YOU TOOK MY FIRST LOVE, YOU TOOK EVERYONE. GOOD. HAVE&lt;br /&gt;THEM. I DONT CARE THAT YOURE TALKING TO THAT ASSHOLE. GOOD!!!! YOU'LL&lt;br /&gt;GET HURT JUST LIKE I DID. HA. I WANT YOU TO GET HURT. I WANT YOU TO&lt;br /&gt;HAVE NO FRIENDS. YOU THINK YOU CAN SING BUT YOU CANT. NOBODY FUCKING&lt;br /&gt;LIKES YOU. ALSO, I SAW YOU AT THE MALL A WEEK AGO DRESSING LIKE YOURE&lt;br /&gt;GHETTO. THEN YOU COME TO SCHOOL IN RIPPED JEANS AND A BAND TEESHIRT.&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE NOT COOL BITCH. YOU'RE A SLUT. I KNOW HOW YOU ARE, GIVING YOUR&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER OUT TO RANDOM GUYS AT THE MALL. SKANK. MAYBE IF IM LUCKY, YOULL&lt;br /&gt;BOTH GET HURT.&lt;br /&gt;why did I write that in all caps? Because I hate you, you stupid fucking bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-3709970760950251822?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3709970760950251822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=3709970760950251822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3709970760950251822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3709970760950251822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-thinks-shes-so-cool.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO THINKS SHE&apos;S SO COOL'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-100575921073884081</id><published>2010-12-20T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:34:32.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO FALLS TOO EASILY</title><content type='html'>Oh Peter. Look at you. Hurt again. Hurt because you let yourself fall&lt;br /&gt;again. You're so stupid Peter. You KNEW this was going to happen. You&lt;br /&gt;saw it coming! But you didn't try and prevent it... You let him take&lt;br /&gt;control of your feelings. You let yourself fall for him. You allowed&lt;br /&gt;yourself to like him more than he likes you. And that's your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Peter, you KNOW that whenever you like a guy more than he likes you,&lt;br /&gt;you're going to wind up hurt again. It's been so long since you've&lt;br /&gt;felt this way about someone, and now the feelings gone. Because he&lt;br /&gt;decided he was bored with you. He took your heart and broke it. You&lt;br /&gt;trusted him with it, gave him everything you had, and he just trashed&lt;br /&gt;it. Now your left behind to shift through the broken pieces and maybe&lt;br /&gt;try and fix it. But that won't be for a while. You're not going to&lt;br /&gt;trust anyone for a while. You won't let yourself fall again. No,&lt;br /&gt;common Peter. Please. You're smarter than that. I know you are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-100575921073884081?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/100575921073884081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=100575921073884081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/100575921073884081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/100575921073884081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-falls-too-easily.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO FALLS TOO EASILY'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-2033867901301935158</id><published>2010-12-20T08:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:34:06.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO MAKES ME FEEL LIKE CRAP</title><content type='html'>Peter, you make me feel like shit. Emotionally drained. I feel like a&lt;br /&gt;little sister being harvested on bioshock. Why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;You know you have the ability to make me cry and want to die in a&lt;br /&gt;hole. So, you brokeup with me, right? Then you tell me you miss me and&lt;br /&gt;KIND of regret breaking up with me. Kind of... OKAY. THAT'S COOL.&lt;br /&gt;You're awesome(: pause NOT. you're confusing and disgusting and rude.&lt;br /&gt;You accused me of being a slut... Indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;"go hookup with him!"&lt;br /&gt;"ew, I don't hookup with random people"&lt;br /&gt;"suurree you don't"&lt;br /&gt;what kind of girl do I look like, Peter? Do I look like a slut? Cause I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, then we start talking about winter ball and stuff. You told&lt;br /&gt;me you got asked to the sockhop by two girls at the same time and then&lt;br /&gt;tell ME to bring you to winterball at my school? No. You're bringing&lt;br /&gt;two girls to the dance at your school, because you don't wanna be a&lt;br /&gt;dick and turn one down. NEWSFLASH ASSHOLE. you're being a dick for&lt;br /&gt;bringing two girls! Jesus! You confuse the shit out of me. You tell me&lt;br /&gt;that you miss me, then call me a slut &amp; tell me to hookup with&lt;br /&gt;someone, then take not one, but TWO girls to your dance. You disgust&lt;br /&gt;me. But Peter, wanna know the worst thing? I still like you. You&lt;br /&gt;dumped me, but I still like you. You're a dick to me, but I still like&lt;br /&gt;you. You insulted my family and me, but i'd still take you back if you&lt;br /&gt;asked mr out. Why do you do this to me? It sucks, but I can't change&lt;br /&gt;the way I feel :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-2033867901301935158?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2033867901301935158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=2033867901301935158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2033867901301935158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2033867901301935158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-makes-me-feel-like.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO MAKES ME FEEL LIKE CRAP'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-4906149416929753515</id><published>2010-12-20T08:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:33:39.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER THAT IS MY BODY</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so ugly and fat. Everytime I look at you, I hate myself. Your&lt;br /&gt;stomache is weird and lumpy. It looks like it's in two parts. Why, oh&lt;br /&gt;why, Peter, can't you have a pretty, flat stomache like the models.&lt;br /&gt;When you wakeup, sometimes it's nice. No fat. Decent. However, as soon&lt;br /&gt;as you eat something... BAM! FAT! UGLY!! Peter, you could drop at&lt;br /&gt;least 10 pounds. Also, your hips are gross. Peter, you'd be a perfect&lt;br /&gt;size 1 or even 0 if it wasn't for your fucking love handles! Some guys&lt;br /&gt;like them, but if I was a guy, I wouldn't. They're squishy and make&lt;br /&gt;you look like you have a muffin top. Just drop 20 pounds. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;Does everything you eat just go to your hips and stomache? YOU HAVE NO&lt;br /&gt;BOOBS OR BUTT. THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR YOU TO BE FAT. what the fuck is&lt;br /&gt;wrong with you? Can't put the fork down? When you eat, you say, "I can&lt;br /&gt;eat this, and i just won't eat tomorrow". But what happens? You ate&lt;br /&gt;two bowls of goldfish before school. Peter, even your own dad notices&lt;br /&gt;you're fat. "eat something healthy instead of something that goes to&lt;br /&gt;your hips". Yes, they're that wide. I mean, looking at you tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Peter, I did something bad. I was disgusted when I looked at you, so I&lt;br /&gt;made myself puke. That's right. Because of you, I was bulemic. You&lt;br /&gt;know whatelse? I'm going to keep Doing it. Because you can't stop&lt;br /&gt;eating, but you can puke and act like it never happened. I hope your&lt;br /&gt;happy Peter. Cause I'm not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-4906149416929753515?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4906149416929753515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=4906149416929753515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/4906149416929753515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/4906149416929753515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-that-is-my-body.html' title='I HATE PETER THAT IS MY BODY'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-2383015859175155920</id><published>2010-12-20T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:33:10.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS A CALCULATING BITCH</title><content type='html'>hate you Peter, you calculating bitch. I hate you Peter, cause you feel nothing.  I hate you Peter, for being sad. I hate you Peter, who is trapped. I hate you Peter for being worthless. I hate you Peter, who has no one. I hate you Peter, who don't know happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, you love this don't you? You love it when someone hates you. A feeling you can rely upon more than love. Cause it's something you can believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I hate you Peter, for loving this hate I am spewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me, hate me, but don't ignore me, right? It's should be your fucking life story. Except you don't believe in love. Not the unconditional one everyone believes in. Any other kind of love, you don't deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you crying, Peter? Feeling sorry for yourself? Go ahead. Cry. Feel better. 'Cause you'll be back, and I'll be waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love company,&lt;br /&gt;-Misery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-2383015859175155920?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2383015859175155920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=2383015859175155920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2383015859175155920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2383015859175155920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-is-calculating-bitch.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS A CALCULATING BITCH'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-8397530837654365245</id><published>2010-12-20T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:27:23.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS THE MOST IDIOTIC, RETARDED, DULL WITTED FOOL THAT HAS EVER WALKED THE FACE OF THE EARTH!!!!</title><content type='html'>Peter, you are the most idiotic, retarded, dull witted fool that has ever walked the face of this earth!!!! I MEAN IT!!! time and time again, you sit there and tell your ridiculous lies that only a complete idiot! you used to be a good person, but hanging out with all your new friends has ruined you, and YOU DON'T EVEN SEE IT!!!!!! I have tried to help you, time and time again, but you just throw it back in my face like a piece of shit!!!! you have no concept of reality, and once you get thrown in, your going to wish that you werent such a dipshit dumbfuck!!!!!!! You sit there and let any guy that comes your way fuck you, THEN YOU GO AHEAD AND SHARE YOUR FUCKING DOPE!!! YOU ARE AN IDIOT!!!! YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS!!!!!!! YOUR TURNING INTO A WHORE!!!!!! YOU'RE TURNING INTO A JUNKIE!!!!!! GROW A FUCKING BRAIN!!!!!! I HATE YOU!!!!! YOU ARE AN ABOMINATION AMONG THE HUMAN RACE!!! I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-8397530837654365245?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8397530837654365245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=8397530837654365245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8397530837654365245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8397530837654365245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-is-most-idiotic.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS THE MOST IDIOTIC, RETARDED, DULL WITTED FOOL THAT HAS EVER WALKED THE FACE OF THE EARTH!!!!'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-6067270155956086241</id><published>2010-12-20T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:26:24.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO MADE MY FAVORITE PARTS OF THE DAY UTTERLY FUCKING MISERABLE</title><content type='html'>I HATE YOU PETER because you have succeeded in making my favourite parts of the day utterly fucking miserable. I loved what I was doing in those programs until you came along, with your nagging about grammar and furnace temperatures, and your asking to borrow my shit CONSTANTLY (Almost every 2 minutes). I swear you diminish the day of all you speak to.  You never consider anyone`s feelings or points of view before opening your big, rude mouth, and you will NOT FUCKING SHUT UP. I was forced into study hall with you for an hour, and I counted how long you could go without speaking and saying something offensive. You went 1 minute and 16 seconds. 1 MINUTE AND 16 SECONDS. That`s it. Does it ever occur to you that, just maybe, the rest of the world is not craving to know your opinion every ten seconds, and that maybe, it would do the rest of the human race a favour if you shut up!! Because, you know what, I don't need to hear how you equivocate the Catholic Church to a gift shop ( Which you said very loudly, while in a church, in a catholic school, in front of a group of priests and Chaplains), or how you think that you are literally the best poet in North America (Side note: I`ve heard your work. (That was when you called me at 10:30 and began to read your poetry out loud to me- ``Because I wanted to give you a gift``, as you said) It is not even worthy of the garbage which it will inevitably be thrown into). It finds its place among the cockroaches. Oh, and when you stole $500 worth of cash and gifts cards from your fellow friends on a MISSIONARY TRIP, and then spent  the entire morning after blabbing about how you were the only one who went to bed early (when everyone knew that was when you stole the money, and when you no one could confront you because we were legally forbidden to search your bags), that was a fucking CLASS MOVE. Bragging about theft. Genius.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Peter, your fake, supercilious attitude, the fact that you are so inconsiderate of others and their beliefs, and the fact that you WILL NOT FUCKING SHUT UP makes my fantasies of you getting murdered a la Sid and Nancy so much more deserving. My sincerest wish for you is that you attempt to rob a bank (probably to buy those cheap pieces of crap you call earrings), and, when you are entered into maximum security prison, that you become a prison bitch for the rest of your life. And that is the only one I can say one the internet without getting censored.&lt;br /&gt;GO BLOW YOURSELF (YOUR MOUTH IS CERTAINLY BIG ENOUGH)!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In Utter Hatred,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SILENCE IS FUCKING GOLDEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-6067270155956086241?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6067270155956086241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=6067270155956086241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6067270155956086241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6067270155956086241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-made-my-favorite-parts.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO MADE MY FAVORITE PARTS OF THE DAY UTTERLY FUCKING MISERABLE'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-1864932745089273308</id><published>2010-12-20T08:24:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:25:32.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO LIED TO BE ME FOR ONE WHOLE YEAR</title><content type='html'>You know, you act like you love me, peter. But really, if you did, my&lt;br /&gt;depression would be easy for you to fix, because it wouldn't, "ANNOY&lt;br /&gt;YOU" So, fuck you. Thank you for treating me like shit. Thank you for&lt;br /&gt;only caring about yourself. Thank yu for lying to me for one whole&lt;br /&gt;year. Thank you for reassuring the fact in my mind that I am in fact&lt;br /&gt;worth less that drugs. They come before me, they always have, and they&lt;br /&gt;always will. So thank you again for treating me like this. Thank you&lt;br /&gt;for bringing cutting back into my life when you promised to take all&lt;br /&gt;the pain away. But instead you doubled it. Thank you for not loving me&lt;br /&gt;when you said you did. Thank you for making our whole relationship a&lt;br /&gt;lie. Thank you for sucking huge major dick, and being the worlds&lt;br /&gt;biggest douche bag. Have fun in hell, fuck yourself while you're there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-1864932745089273308?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1864932745089273308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=1864932745089273308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1864932745089273308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1864932745089273308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-lied-to-be-me-for-one.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO LIED TO BE ME FOR ONE WHOLE YEAR'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-3940956457012314339</id><published>2010-12-20T08:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:24:51.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS A DUMB DOUCHEBAG</title><content type='html'>Peter,&lt;br /&gt;I haven't known you for long, but I hate you. You're a dumb douchebag. You had no right to tell me I shouldn't tie my show during volleyball, hello stupid I would've tripped and broke my face. Plus, you have no team spirit and fuck your little annoyed face that make you look even uglier than you already are. Bitch attitudes make me wanna barf. Fuck you. Next time we play together I'll comment on every fucking move you make and trust me all of them will be haha you fucking suck. Rolling my eyes and giggling to everyone like it was some kind of a joke. Bam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-3940956457012314339?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3940956457012314339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=3940956457012314339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3940956457012314339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3940956457012314339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-is-dumb-douchebag.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS A DUMB DOUCHEBAG'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-7328731627609516649</id><published>2010-12-20T08:23:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:24:28.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER FOR ABANDONING ME WHEN MY GRANDMA DIED</title><content type='html'>I hate you peter. I hate you for all the good memories. I hate you for ruining all those good memories. I hate you for abandoning me when My gramma died. I hate that when we got back together, you acted like you changed, for about a month, then returned to your old controlling self.  I hate that when you were too busy for me, i waited for you. When you had nothing better to do, you expected me to be around for you. I hate that I let you control me. Control what I wear, what I do, who I talk to. How much worse would it have gotten?! I hate that you told me that I should "be thankful that You even talk to me". I was your fucking girlfriend, usually boyfriends talk to their girlfriends. Fuck you. I hate that you said you loved me. You definitly didn't love me. You Loved who you wanted me to be, and tried to make me fit, like jamming a square into a circle. I hate that when I finally broke up with you, it got worse. I hate that you locked me in with you and wouldn't let me leave. I hate that you invaded my privacy. I hate that you made me text my bestfriend, telling him I can't be friends with him any more. . he is one of the most caring and sincere people I know, You should probably learn from him. I wanted to be friends don't know why. Your the shittiest friend ever. I hate that you put on this front like your the best person around. Because you don't swear. You don't do drugs, you don't drink. Your such a good person compared to everyone else. Your also a fucked up person, with some really deep issues.Trying to be the opposite of your Dad isn't working. Your becoming just as fucked up as he is. Stop trying so hard. Grow the fuck up and deal with your problems. Stop hiding behind video games and your "mother Theresa" facade. I hope, that you find a girl, who puts you through what you put me through. So that you know how it feels to be used. to be taken advantage of. to not be good enough, no matter how hard you try. Make you feel like complete dirt. I promise.I'll never put myself through this ever again. I deserve way better than you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-7328731627609516649?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7328731627609516649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=7328731627609516649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7328731627609516649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7328731627609516649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-for-abandoning-me-when-my.html' title='I HATE PETER FOR ABANDONING ME WHEN MY GRANDMA DIED'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-3046153454183703107</id><published>2010-12-20T08:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:23:52.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO ACTS LIKE A BEATCH!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt;You really need to get a like and stop being a liitle COW because i am fed up of being the one you run to when you cnt find BIGGER  peter. You just wanna be like her and have no opinion of yourself !! But i wont take it anymore !! You snogged some ugly boy and got drunk you look like a fool but thats because you are a fool!!!!! I hate you peter i thought we were friends but turns out youre just like her. Then you get all defensive when i try and help you but forget that. you just need to get on with your trampy life and leave me and my fellow peters alone !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! we peters no longer want to be your friend so leave us alone you pig!! you act as if your fat when actually your obese !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 get over yourself and leave me alone. at least bigger peter doesnt follow everyone around like a beatch !!!!!!!!!!!!! Grrrrrrrrr....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-3046153454183703107?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3046153454183703107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=3046153454183703107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3046153454183703107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3046153454183703107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-acts-like-beatch.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO ACTS LIKE A BEATCH!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-5633970307473087055</id><published>2010-12-20T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:23:18.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS A CLOTHING AND JEWELRY THIEF</title><content type='html'>I hate you some much. I hate this stupid country its completely and uttery pointless. The third world countries are better than you are! the don't fucking suck as much as you do!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go visit my boyfriend, who is the only normal person I know.&lt;br /&gt;Peter is such a drama queen and asshole and I hope you die in the worst way possible, no one likes you, they all fucking hate you and your stupid stuck up attitude nobody wants to hear or know about. You're so fucking annoying. I can't wait to be able to go to college next year JUST so I don't have to put up with you ever again. You thief! going through my closets and stealing my clothes and jewelry! then you say I disrespect my parents, well guess what you stupid bitch, you disrespect them more, I just get into discussions trying to convince them why i'm right...you just scream and yell and break everyone's fucking eardrums so they just say yes to you so you fucking shut up. No one wants to fucking listen to you or deal with you or even look at you. You're so dumb, ypou go to the same high school i went to and have all 2s...and i who didn't even study or open a book had more than double your grade. Does that give you ANY idea of how fucking stupid you are????&lt;br /&gt;Nobody gives a damn about you and you're going to grown up all alone and ugly, because I'm never going to allow my family to even go near you. I'm afraid they might catch your STUPIDITY disease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-5633970307473087055?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5633970307473087055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=5633970307473087055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5633970307473087055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5633970307473087055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-is-clothing-and.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS A CLOTHING AND JEWELRY THIEF'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-1672339014235791947</id><published>2010-12-20T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:22:14.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO DOESN'T SEE WHAT'S BOTHERING ME</title><content type='html'>I hate you Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for always telling me you wished you had it as easy as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for telling me about all your little problems that you could deal with in an instant, but prefer to keep instead of becoming better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for not seeing whats bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for not seeing I am lonely as fuck and that you are making it worse by telling me about your relationship problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for not realizing how close to suicide I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for calling yourself my best friend, when you hardly make an effort o be worthy of that, when I get up at &lt;br /&gt;01:30 am to comfort you because you have a bit of relationship trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for not loving me the way I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt; - Whatever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-1672339014235791947?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1672339014235791947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=1672339014235791947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1672339014235791947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1672339014235791947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-doesnt-see-whats.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO DOESN&apos;T SEE WHAT&apos;S BOTHERING ME'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-1108324729783318529</id><published>2010-12-20T08:20:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:21:35.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO CHEATED ON HIS GIRLFRIEND WITH TEN BILLION GIRLS</title><content type='html'>LET ME TELL YOU PETER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you! I hate you! I haaate you! Fuck you peter! Fuck you and you're cheap lies. All you want is some girl that will make you feel special until your ex comes crawling back to you, just so you can cheat on her with ten billion other girls and break up with her and then do it all over again. You make me sick! The sad thing about it is that I truly have feelings for you. You damn jerk! Why does it always have to be me? You two fight and then you come crawling to me for advice and a person to vent to. Do you go to you best bud? Naaah, let's go crawl back to me. Do you go to your other guy or gal friends? At all? Nope, because apparently it's my job(: And then you end up saying, "I like you a lot" and then we start a slow steady friendship going on relationship thing and then sooner or later, WITHOUT WARNING, i find out you and the tramp are back together &gt;:[ GO JUMP IN FRONT OF A CAR! You hurt me twice. The first time was when we first dated and after that I didn't trust you and I was smart enough to stay away from you but somehow you got me to fall for your trick this time and you had me going for a while! BRAVO ASSHOLE! Why do you do this to me? I treat you with respect. I am always there for you. I listen to you bitch and moan about your problems with your little precious girlfriend(the same girl every time). I help you cope with everything else. I encourage you to go to school everyday so you don't get locked up again. I help you with your homework. I stay up with you at night on the phone. I never did a single thing to you that was bad other then break up with you... BECAUSE YOU WERE WITH HER BEHIND MY BACK!!!! I stop talking to you for months and then WHO COMES CRAWLING BACK TO ME, PETER? yeah! Yep, you do! that's right you do! "I miss you :(" "I fucking miss you babe"  F.U.C.K. Y.O.U.! That spells Fuck You! You damn fool. Yeah watch, one of these days I'm going to stop caring about you if you keep trying to hurt me like this; you're fucking lucky I'm a nice ass person! "I actually care about you a lot, babe" MY ASS! You seriously piss me off Peter. It's too damn bad I care about you this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your possibly soon-to-be ex-bestfriend,&lt;br /&gt;who wants to chop your head off ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-1108324729783318529?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1108324729783318529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=1108324729783318529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1108324729783318529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1108324729783318529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-cheated-on-his.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO CHEATED ON HIS GIRLFRIEND WITH TEN BILLION GIRLS'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-573711609288060120</id><published>2010-12-20T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:20:48.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS MY LITTLE BROTHER</title><content type='html'>I hate you Peter. You may be biologically my little brother, but that does not mean I have to love you. Two children in one year. You have gotten her pregnant twice in one year. She had only given birth a month before you knocked her up again. You don't have a job. You don't have a place to live. My niece is living with the little whores mother because you guys have no way of taking care of a child yet here she is five months pregnant with a little boy that you guys cant take care of. I wouldn't have cared if you hadn't planned the first baby. But thats it you planned it. With no way of taking care of it you knocked the stupid little whore up. And you went and did it again. Its like your purposely throwing it in my face. You know how hard it has been. Losing the baby. Almost dying. Going through the surgeries. The hormone treatments. The IVF treatments. Everything so I can have what you get in one try. I know I'm not supposed to be jealous but I am. Why can't I have a baby. I am the one with the job the house and the ability to love a child. You don't even like kids. You don't even hold your child. See her maybe once a month. I Hate you Peter I hope you rot in hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-573711609288060120?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/573711609288060120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=573711609288060120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/573711609288060120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/573711609288060120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-is-my-little-brother.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS MY LITTLE BROTHER'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-567892008904202867</id><published>2010-12-20T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:20:09.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO CAN'T HANDLE HER EMOTIONS</title><content type='html'>Peter, you are a stupid fuck.  You can't handle your emotions, so you blamed me for what you were feeling and demanded that I change.  You broke up with me 24 times in two years!!  Every time we'd break up you'd beg to have me back.  I'd come back, and you'd tell me that I had to change. &lt;br /&gt;You know what?  If you feel shitty about yourself that's not my fault, and nothing I say or do will change your perception of yourself.  I've learned that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of energy not judging you.  You spent a lot of time judging yourself and blaming me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want judgment?  Fine.  Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are absolutely right.  You are probably the messiest person I have ever met, with the exception of my hoarding mother.  You play the system, and I pay through my taxes and I resent you for it.  You smell.  Your kid has total control over you.  You have an eating disorder.  You ARE too needy.  Your perception is twisted.  You treat the world like it is your enemy, and that is exactly why the world is hard for you.  You treat me like an enemy and that is why this relationship didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I do not want to be your friend.  You are way too messed up, and I may have lowered my standards for a lover, but let me tell you - you do not meet my standards for friendship.  I've watched you.  You require just as much reassurance from your friends as you do from your lovers and I don't babysit my friends like I babysat you for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piss off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better without you in Victoria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-567892008904202867?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/567892008904202867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=567892008904202867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/567892008904202867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/567892008904202867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-cant-handle-her.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO CAN&apos;T HANDLE HER EMOTIONS'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-4877288596879327856</id><published>2010-12-20T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:19:15.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO THINKS HE'S HOT SHIT IN GYM CLASS</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt;      I am sick and tired of you, and your douchebag friends talking to me, and harassing me, like I am some freak. Just because you go around thinking you're hot shit in gym class, and I act like a normal person, you decide it's okay to incessantly mock me, call me names, and make fun of how I dress. I didn't give a shit about what you had said until your violence became physical, you and your posse, or whatever you want to call them, have ganged up on me, multiple times, during gym class, and purposely inflicted pain upon me, though you make it look like it was all an accident, or like you were just playing the game, but I know. I know you have too many insecurities to count. I know that you feel better by putting others down. I know you, and all your little buddies, are just trying to look "cool." I know you, you're no different than the kids who used to taunt me and beat me up when i was younger. I've also noticed that you're all talk no action. You talk like you're hot shit, you act like you're hot shit, but you dont have the guts to back that up. Like three weeks ago, when you were walking behind me, you punched me, yes I do remember that. But you're too much of a pussy to do anything to me to my face, I know you... I know you arent doing this for fun, you have a reason, you're pathetic. So next time you decide it's okay to say shit about me, or inflict pain upon me, I wont give you the gratification to know that you have caused pain, you can bruise me, you can yell, and scream things at me, but I am proud of who I am, and by the way you're acting, I can tell that you're not. So, no matter what you do, no matter who you think I am, no matter how I feel, I know that you're just pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-4877288596879327856?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4877288596879327856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=4877288596879327856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/4877288596879327856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/4877288596879327856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-thinks-hes-hot-shit-in.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO THINKS HE&apos;S HOT SHIT IN GYM CLASS'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-9223262035283434332</id><published>2010-12-20T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:18:11.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS MY BEST FRIEND, YET STILL CHANGED</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt;I hate that we are "best" friends, and you've changed. You smoke,you drink, you're not even fifteen. You are pathetic and don't deserve to be a critic.&lt;br /&gt;you've called me anorexic,heartless and apparently I "hide my feelings so well, I don't have any". Well guess what Peter , I am naturally skinny and you my friend are NOT, I eat McDonalds and this is an IMMENSE FUCK YOU to you and your superficial bullshit. I hope one day you realize that you don't know me at all. Oh and Peter ? I hope your relationship with HIM is doomed .&lt;br /&gt;fuck you ,&lt;br /&gt;sincerely your 'emotionless' skinny former friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-9223262035283434332?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/9223262035283434332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=9223262035283434332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/9223262035283434332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/9223262035283434332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-is-my-best-friend-yet.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS MY BEST FRIEND, YET STILL CHANGED'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-3558379064275106433</id><published>2010-12-20T08:16:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:17:29.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO HAD LIKED HIM FOR AGES</title><content type='html'>hate you Peter. You had liked him for ages, and everyone knew that. You should have just asked him out instead of saying ‘I would ask you out, but I’m the girl.’ Its not the 70’s. He had only half-liked you, and because of that he asked you out. I hope your relationship doesn’t last. You don’t even make the effort to talk to him after he was so sweet to you. I hope you learn your lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-3558379064275106433?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3558379064275106433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=3558379064275106433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3558379064275106433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3558379064275106433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-had-liked-him-for-ages.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO HAD LIKED HIM FOR AGES'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-5260580294315583638</id><published>2010-12-20T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:16:46.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO NEVER WANTS SEX WITH ME</title><content type='html'>I hate you Peter because you never want to have sex with me. You blame me for always wanting sex, but it's not true. I want sex a reasonable amount, two times a week is not an unreasonable request, you should be lucky for being with a woman who craves sex all the time. Fair enough I love sex, but I never demand it, and when I do it's not entirely my fault! You are to blame if you rub yourself against me and kiss my neck. You are to blame if you lift up my skirt to touch my ass and whisper in my ear you love me. Why do you do this when you don't want to have sex with me?! I love you and I know you love me back, but why don't you want to have sex with me? I'm clean, I shave, I dress up, I cover myself in chocolate for you, I'm not fat, I'm exciting, I don't have any weird diseases or extra limbs, and even you call me sexy, so what is your problem?? And when you have sex with me it's never good enough. You please yourself and leave me there and complain if I have to pleasure myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you Peter. I hate you because you get angry that I demand these things. I hate you because you get angry that I'm upset and disappointed. But more importantly I hate you because you can't understand my frustration. You dont understand why I'm angry and you get upset that I am, and you want me not to hate you. But I do. I hate you Peter. You say you're sorry but I can't forgive you because you don't change, and you don't want to change. You dont see the problem. You say I give you everything you want in a woman, but you dont reciprocate. You don't take me out, you dont want to do things, all you want is to be with me and hold me in your arms and kiss me lovingly, but that's not enough. I want to feel loved, not be told you love me. I want actions more than your words. If you love me, show me you love me, show me you care enough to please me. I hate you Peter, I hate you because I love you. If I told you that many men would love to be in your position, you would be angry. You would be angry that I would even think about leaving you, because you are caring and look after me. But a woman needs more than devotion and loyalty, I need excitement and good sex, and if not sex, pleasure. I know your libido is low, but you can change it, take multivitamins or do yoga to relax... anything is better than nothing. I hate you Peter, but I love you. And if you cant love me back soon, I'm not sure I can resist cheating on you. I want to be with you because you are the man I love, but I have needs too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-5260580294315583638?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5260580294315583638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=5260580294315583638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5260580294315583638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5260580294315583638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-never-wants-sex-with.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO NEVER WANTS SEX WITH ME'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-7699717197177969848</id><published>2010-12-20T08:15:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:16:13.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS ME</title><content type='html'>Peter you make me sick. Peter what the fuck is wrong with you. You are&lt;br /&gt;a dirty cheating bitch. You cheated on a girl who really likes you&lt;br /&gt;just to have your heart broken by another girl who you thought loved&lt;br /&gt;you. Listen peter dont do that shit again. If she ever gives u another&lt;br /&gt;chance take it and make it awesome. I am peter and i am a sack of&lt;br /&gt;shit. I hate you peter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-7699717197177969848?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7699717197177969848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=7699717197177969848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7699717197177969848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7699717197177969848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-is-me.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS ME'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-2993251697658263423</id><published>2010-12-20T08:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:15:32.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO CAN'T MAKE UP HER MIND</title><content type='html'>I hate you peter who cant make up her mind. Ok listen peter i dont&lt;br /&gt;hate you. I kinda love you. But i hate to love you. I really do. You&lt;br /&gt;cant make up your mind. I know i cheated on you and i dont deserve a&lt;br /&gt;sweet girl like you. But dont take so long to make up your mind who&lt;br /&gt;isnt gonna go bak out with me but i hate you peter, i hate to love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-2993251697658263423?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2993251697658263423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=2993251697658263423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2993251697658263423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2993251697658263423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-cant-make-up-her-mind.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO CAN&apos;T MAKE UP HER MIND'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-6352129681801051175</id><published>2010-12-20T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:15:03.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO I CANT STOP LOVING</title><content type='html'>O god peter i fucking hate you but i cant stop loving you. Your ruined&lt;br /&gt;my life. You made me cry my eyes out. You made me wanna kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you make me feel so bad. I hate you peter who i cant resist. I&lt;br /&gt;Always loved you and i wanna stop loving you, but i cant. You are my&lt;br /&gt;everything i swear you really are. I hope you feel like a bitch. You&lt;br /&gt;lead me on. You hurt me. Bye peter i hate to love you. But i will&lt;br /&gt;always love your lips. But ill hate your love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-6352129681801051175?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6352129681801051175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=6352129681801051175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6352129681801051175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6352129681801051175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-i-cant-stop-loving.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO I CANT STOP LOVING'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-7620847801508388562</id><published>2010-12-20T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:14:30.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO NEVER RESPECTED HIS PARENTS</title><content type='html'>I hate you because all you've ever done in your life is think of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;When you lead me on for almost a year.&lt;br /&gt;When you cheated on me multiple times.&lt;br /&gt;When you lied to me and broke my heart, then expected me to just come on back to you like some dumbass dog that knows nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you because you never thought of me, and never tried to understand me.&lt;br /&gt;I had to be afraid to tell you what I thought because you might start crying or yell at me.&lt;br /&gt;You never respected your parents, and it majorly pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;Because there are people that don't even have the luck to HAVE parents as kind-hearted as yours.&lt;br /&gt;Parents that no matter how much of a total asshole you are to them, they still buy you things and try to make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you never tell them that it hurts you when they don't say 'I love you too'.&lt;br /&gt;Or that when they yell at eachother, you hear it and want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you don't stand up for yourself over the important things, then have the nerve to yell at me about things that are totally trivial.&lt;br /&gt;I cared about your love life, your adventures, and all of that when I was in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be friends with you still, but I still kinda hate you.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated With You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-7620847801508388562?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7620847801508388562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=7620847801508388562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7620847801508388562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7620847801508388562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-never-respected-his.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO NEVER RESPECTED HIS PARENTS'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-2314888133451885961</id><published>2010-12-20T08:12:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:13:17.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO STOLE MY HEART</title><content type='html'>Dear peter &lt;br /&gt;You stole my heart&lt;br /&gt;Im go na need that back&lt;br /&gt;Set me free. I hate you peter who took my heart but i truly love you. I hate to love you sometimes im attatched i really am. I wish i could let go sometimes but i cant. You make me happy. But u make me sad. I love you peter. I hate to love you sometimes. But i do love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-2314888133451885961?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2314888133451885961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=2314888133451885961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2314888133451885961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2314888133451885961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-stole-my-heart.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO STOLE MY HEART'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-3181367044487952285</id><published>2010-12-20T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:12:44.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO SAID THE KISS WAS NOTHING</title><content type='html'>I hate you peter who said that kiss was nothing. You said that you&lt;br /&gt;loved me and you couldnt wait to kiss me. You fucking lied. Well we&lt;br /&gt;both had someone but u loved me more so why is it that u stayed with&lt;br /&gt;him and broke my heart? You are one of the only girls who made me cry&lt;br /&gt;well when i cry i dont consider myself a man so ur a lesbian because u&lt;br /&gt;kissed me. Jk . Why did u turn on me we were gonna be so happy but u&lt;br /&gt;just had to be a bitch. I was ur first kiss and i always will be u can&lt;br /&gt;tell urself it wasnt a real kiss but u kissed me and i kissed back so&lt;br /&gt;thats that. And i love how my gf found out and broke up with me but ur&lt;br /&gt;bf is still clueless well thats it im done.&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Your a bitch now and even your best friend agrees with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-3181367044487952285?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3181367044487952285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=3181367044487952285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3181367044487952285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3181367044487952285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-said-kiss-was-nothing.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO SAID THE KISS WAS NOTHING'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-5779961008623322173</id><published>2010-12-20T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:12:11.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO I CHEATED ON AND DUMPED</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I dumped you. I know it was for my ex. I know I cheated on you with said ex. But that's not the point. The point is that I did all of this because you didn't give me something to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You treated me like I was something you owned. I couldn't wear what I wanted, I couldn't do I wanted, I couldn't even fucking hang out with who I wanted. The amazing thing is, you did this by crying enough to get your way and even when you were living two fucking hours away! I was ridiculed, ashamed, and hurt. You could have any fucking thing you wanted, you just had to act like a three year old and cry your way to it. YOU'RE FUCKING 17, ACT YOUR GODDAMN AGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to love you. I tried so very hard. But you fucked up. You didn't give me something to be happy about, fuck, you made me unhappy. I told you about my bi-polar, and you made fun of me. I told you about the pain that I went through with my ex boyfriend (the same one I cheated on you with!), and you didn't give a rat's ass! I loved your family, your house, your friends, but you made it so fucking hard to fall in love. You'd rather sleep than have sex. You'd rather get shit-faced than watch a movie with me. And when we did fuck, you were shit awful. I guess one reason why I couldn't love you was that eight year old pre-pubescent boys have bigger dicks than you. Oh, and you couldn't last more than five minutes in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied to you so many times. I didn't love you, I never quit smoking, and every fucking time I "came".. yah.. it was a fake. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this new girl. "Ugly-bitch" as I like to call her, is quiet frankly, UGLY AS SIN. But hey, I guess you guys will make an excellent couple then. She's taller than you (well, everybody over five feet is), older than you, but has smaller titties than you. It took you almost a year to get a girl, when it took me only a month and a half to find "Kody". Oh, and by the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU NEVER TOOK MY VIRGINITY. YOU'RE DICK WAS THAT SMALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you though. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Forever and Always.&lt;br /&gt;Pissed and heartbroken in Manitoba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-5779961008623322173?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5779961008623322173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=5779961008623322173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5779961008623322173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5779961008623322173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-i-cheated-on-and.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO I CHEATED ON AND DUMPED'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-8339675140930661457</id><published>2010-12-20T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:11:24.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO ACTS DIFFERENTLY BEHIND MY BACK</title><content type='html'>Peter, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much. So so much much. You are an awful human being. You act so kind to my face, as if we were great friends. Behind my back, however, you say horrid awful things about me. Peter, you suck. I hate you. I hate that I have to deal with you in everyday life. I hate that you smell like weed all the time. I hate that you exist. I hate you. PETER you are an asshole. You are friends with my partner, and so I HAVE to deal with you everyday. Believe me, I hate every moment spent being around you. You make me sick, Peter. I hope you realise soon how awful you are and I hope you stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. you are in the room next to me and I can hear you whispering things about me and my partner. YOU ARE NOT CLEVER NOR ARE YOU COVERT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, &lt;br /&gt;Hatful in NY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-8339675140930661457?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8339675140930661457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=8339675140930661457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8339675140930661457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8339675140930661457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-acts-differently.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO ACTS DIFFERENTLY BEHIND MY BACK'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-3896995497895049646</id><published>2010-12-20T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:10:04.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS MY PARENT</title><content type='html'>I can't stand another moment in the same house as you. You can never shut up about completely mundane things but when I want to talk about anything halfway substantial you clam up and ignore me. I'm your son. You can't just slam the conversational door and yell until I go away. I especially cannot stand how you get to go on and on about how imperfect I am and how MY life isn't good enough but as soon as I criticize the way you stand it's as if hell broke loose. Talking to you (attempting to anyway) is the most frustrating thing I have ever experienced. You are a horrible excuse for a parent and your sense of logic is impossibly skewed. I can't even fathom your thought process. Quite possibly because you don't have one. I have become paranoid because you won't stay out of my life (or at least the parts of it you allow me to take part in) and I've become incredibly apathetic because you have taught me that my efforts mean absolutely nothing to adults. And here's the fun part, you seem so confused about my silence around you. Yes that makes perfect sense. You dictate my life without taking any input PERIOD and you when I don't attempt communication then there's something wrong with ME. You say no every time and wonder why I don't ask? You really don't think EVER do you? I'm not telling this to your face because I'd never get to. You'd just shut it out or yell it back at me just like every bad feeling you ever have. And I get to deal with mine with repression or apathy. I hate you Peter. I hate you so much. When I move out I will NEVER talk to you again. The last communication you will get from me will be in the form of a suicide note. I promise. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you die soon,&lt;br /&gt;Incensed in Indiana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-3896995497895049646?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3896995497895049646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=3896995497895049646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3896995497895049646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3896995497895049646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-is-my-parent.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS MY PARENT'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-8111133938508027321</id><published>2010-12-20T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:09:03.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO HAS A THING FOR ATHLETIC BOYS</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt; I don't get you. How can you move on to another guy that easily? And why are you hitting on another new boy? I get that you like the change, from all the boring guys that you knew for over 5 years. I admit that those new boys are different-they have a special characteristic that the others don't have. The boy you like now, used to be a football jock. Do you have a thing for athletic boys? The last last boy you liked was also very athletic. He was tall and had retarded fingers and my friend said that he's boring. The guy you like right now, is shorter than all of the guys you liked. He's more muscular and has a tan skin tone. You has a 8-pack, your favorite. But he has a girlfriend. That girl, I know you don't like her. Your right, so she's fat and stupid but your fat too. She's taller than you and has a better "body" than you. I mean your chest is flatter than a board. Peter don't like him. Make a promise with me ok? Don't like anymore boys. You've liked more than one boy each year. Don't you think that's a but too far. I mean you basically had a boyfriend in 6th and 8th grade. Well aren't you developing fast for a kid so young? I mean your a lame tomboy. You fight with boys and you suck at flirting. All you do is yell at them and you jump up and down whenever you beat any of the boys in games. YOUR A FREAKING GIRL!!! Could you please act like one or else your a transgender. I mean it. Peter look at yourself and see if that's a body of a boy. I mean no offense but you have a "b-line." You just need a top part and let's hope that you do. You're a midget you know that? Get taller and lose weight. I guess the height thing is impossible since your basically done with your teen life. How about the weight? Just lose a few pounds and you're getting your braces off soon. Great isn't it? You'll be able to whistle like you always wanted to. I feel sorry for you. Your nose is a little too big but you can fix that in a few years. Your face is covered by pimples-stop squeezing them. You always tell me that your face is ruined because you squeezed a zit and it turned out wrong. I'm your only guy friend and the other guys are telling me that your like retarded. I personally don't want to hear such bad things about MY friend and I don't want you to be insulted like that. But please, give up on that retired football player. Why do I know so much about you? Cause you tell me everything Peter. But try noticing me more. I've been by your side for I don't know over 10 years and you don't even look at me like that. I'm always by your side Peter. I waited and turned down every proposal by the other girls. You're the only one I care about. I actually wish that you wouldn't keep our promise from above. Can I make a new one? Thanks...Don't like any other boy other than me. I hate you, you retarded girl that doesn't look at me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;your love from above&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-8111133938508027321?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8111133938508027321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=8111133938508027321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8111133938508027321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8111133938508027321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-has-thing-for-athletic.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO HAS A THING FOR ATHLETIC BOYS'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-1192893124210950184</id><published>2010-12-20T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:08:12.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO MAKES ME WANT TO VOMIT</title><content type='html'>you make me want to vomit, you sick fuck. what you did do me  is disgusting. i hate you for tearing apart my family and making our grandmother hate me. i hate you for taking away what i can never have back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-1192893124210950184?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1192893124210950184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=1192893124210950184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1192893124210950184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1192893124210950184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-makes-me-want-to-vomit.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO MAKES ME WANT TO VOMIT'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-526821898505640468</id><published>2010-12-20T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:07:34.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO MAKE ME WANT TO CRAWL UP AND DIE</title><content type='html'>I Hate You Peter Because&lt;br /&gt;    I wanna talk to someone till express my feeling  but i dont cause every time i talk to someone they hurt me and i just wanna crawl up and die but thats the hard thing about life is that you cant. It makes you go through the pain, and feel like ull get better but the pain will always be there and u hate it. Peter I cant stand ne one no more. You give everything to one person and they just throw it away like it was a mistake. It doesnt hurt the most when they say im done with this but more but when they say ive nevered loved you and so leave me the fuck alone you dumbass .Peter it hurts when you though they changed but to be with you but they were putting an act!  You said that you loved me but if you loved me, if you fall out of love someone you never loved them you jerk! The whole time that your with peter your friends are naggin why are you with him and saying im done with you, and you say wat ever! I love Him! but know its over and you look back and it was him that was hurting and naggin at you the whole time! People think that they now what pain is because someone they don't know hurts them but you don't know what pain is till the person that you giving everything hurts you that is pain! Never again will you be capable of ordinary human feeling. Everything will be dead inside you.&lt;br /&gt;    Never again will you be capable of love, or friendship, or joy of living, or laughter, or curiosity, or courage, or integrity. You will be hollow.they will squeeze you empty and then they feel  you up  with themselves! I hate You peter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the empty bitch you made me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-526821898505640468?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/526821898505640468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=526821898505640468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/526821898505640468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/526821898505640468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-make-me-want-to-crawl.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO MAKE ME WANT TO CRAWL UP AND DIE'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-1178368337661115459</id><published>2010-12-20T08:05:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:06:23.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO STOLE MY BEST FRIEND</title><content type='html'>I hate you peter who stole my best friend. I hate you peter who talks&lt;br /&gt;about me behind my back but doesnt look at me when i confront him.&lt;br /&gt;Peter you have so much acne ur fucking ugly. I hate you peter who&lt;br /&gt;clings to my friend and tells my gf to brake up with me cause hes&lt;br /&gt;jealous because i hugged his gf get over it and shut the fuck up&lt;br /&gt;I hate you peter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-1178368337661115459?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1178368337661115459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=1178368337661115459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1178368337661115459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1178368337661115459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-who-stole-my-best-friend.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO STOLE MY BEST FRIEND'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-5939976998670260564</id><published>2010-12-20T08:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:05:41.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WITH THE SAGGY ASS</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter, you saggy ass bitch. I hate you so much it's incredible. It's funny how you can go from being best friends to enemies so quickly. Yes, I did hurt others feelings. But not yours. So take your fucked up reasons and shove them up your flabby, wrinkly ass. I really hate how you critisize everyone on how they look. Well take a fucking look at yourself. You're as ugly as hell. I mean, most of the kids at our school are pretty skid, and believe me, you're definitely one of them. You waste your time making fun of me and calling me names just to feel good about yourself. Is it really that horrible being you? SORRY that I'm not a double zero. I actually do something that's called you know, EATING.  It's great, you should try it. And then maybe you wouldnt be so.. saggy. You'd think all that ego would actually fill something useful rather than your big ass fucked up head. You think you're so amazing because you drink until you puke up your liver and that you want to get high. Well I've got one thing to say to that : AHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA. You are a stupid stuck up bitch that I can no longer handle. I know it's old, but take a picture it will last longer. Focus on your own life unless you want to be in mine.. because you sure as hell spend a lot of time talking about it. I guess you really fit in with your "friends" because they're all fake and ugly just like you :). Honestly, it looks like you have shit on your lip. And what's with the pink glasses? You ugly fuck. They don't do much to hide that huge mole on your face. Oh and I love how you walk like a hunchback just so your bangs go the right way. It's awesome, really. I should try it sometime...Well I'm done, but lastly, I'll leave on one final note: Thank you for calling me fat, because honestly, I'd rather have a fat ass than a flat ass. You're saggy and gross. Fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-5939976998670260564?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5939976998670260564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=5939976998670260564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5939976998670260564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5939976998670260564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-peter-with-saggy-ass.html' title='I HATE PETER WITH THE SAGGY ASS'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-6087414374103226660</id><published>2010-10-27T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:48:02.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SITE RULES</title><content type='html'>PLEASE DO NOT FORGET THAT YOU SHOULD NOT INCLUDE ANY RACIAL, ETHNIC, RELIGIOUS, OR HOMOPHOBIC SLURS IN YOUR POSTING IF YOU WANT IT ON THE SITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, PLEASE DO NOT THREATEN TO HURT, KILL OR COMMIT AN ACTUAL CRIME AGAINST ANYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY YOU HATE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PETER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-6087414374103226660?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6087414374103226660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=6087414374103226660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6087414374103226660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6087414374103226660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/site-rules.html' title='THE SITE RULES'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-6401735761212823933</id><published>2010-10-27T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:45:50.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO BELIEVES THAT LIFE AND LOVE ARE OVERRATED</title><content type='html'>I Hate you Peter because im waisting my time with someone so sad and pathetic that actually believes that life and love are overrated, that sex is the only truth when it comes to relationships. A hero to his friends for his succesful manwhore ways, a God to them,  not realizing none of them really wants to follow his religion. Someone so miserable that uses truth and a rotten society to justify his ways. I hate you cause youre trying to turn me into a female version of yourself, at first with moderate success but now Peter i see myself and i pity me for what i have become. I have reach a level of disrespect for myself that i actually followed your terms only to have a piece of you. I dont blame you because i was stupid, but i hate you because you did not see me the way i am but the way you wanted me to be; your whore. I hate the fact that i did find some humanity on you, someone worth of my care but you coulnd't allow yourself to see how valuable i am. You see Peter i do believe in better things, a better life. I do believe not in love as the concept they all wants us to believe but as the possibilty of finding someone that can actually make you want to be better. Im sorry i couldnt be that person for you, but i guess you didnt even allow that tought on your head. I know Peter that even if you dont know it right now,  you care about me too, but the thing is that i no longer do and when you no longer hear from me you will see how you did. But hey even if you dont, and even if today i hate you so much it hurts i want you to know  i really hope that you change before, 20 years from now, you regret what you did, you missed and become. Today Peter i leave not to be alone but to be better without you.Goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-6401735761212823933?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6401735761212823933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=6401735761212823933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6401735761212823933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6401735761212823933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-believes-that-life-and.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO BELIEVES THAT LIFE AND LOVE ARE OVERRATED'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-5162096259291418339</id><published>2010-10-27T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:45:06.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO I FEEL NEUTRAL ABOUT AND DON'T MIND</title><content type='html'>I feel neutral, I don't mind you. But I wouldn't mind if you didn't exist either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just die? Or no, I don't really care. You may die if you want to. Empty space, as you are. Maybe if I could use you for something? But you ain't got anything I wan't, your body smells neither good nor bad, in fact you leave no scent whatsoever.  Pee while standing in a not entirely upright position but still not sitting. Never really listening to music but still have your earplugs halfplugged all throughout the day. So neutral. I lohvate you Peter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-5162096259291418339?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5162096259291418339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=5162096259291418339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5162096259291418339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5162096259291418339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-i-feel-neutral-about.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO I FEEL NEUTRAL ABOUT AND DON&apos;T MIND'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-7269877746761306881</id><published>2010-10-27T15:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:44:15.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO TOOK MY MOTHER'S ASHES AND THREW THEM OFF THE ROOF</title><content type='html'>I hate you Peter.&lt;br /&gt;You made up stuff saying you did things and I did things that never happened. You forced me to have a threesome when I'd never had sex before. You make me feel physically sick. I hate you. You tool. You took my mother's ashes and threw them off the roof. For that I can never forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved me and that i was the one, when you were saying the exact same thing to my best friend. My father hated you but i was so in love with you, i didn't care and i rebelled and now my family is split. I have no mother, no father and no brothers to console me. My friends ditched me when I chose you over them. When I use that 'special shampoo' in the shower, I think of how you hurt me. The bruises, the trauma. YOU TOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you Peter. I hope you spend your life in prison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-7269877746761306881?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7269877746761306881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=7269877746761306881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7269877746761306881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7269877746761306881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-took-my-mothers-ashes.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO TOOK MY MOTHER&apos;S ASHES AND THREW THEM OFF THE ROOF'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-7810130327259602640</id><published>2010-10-27T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:43:46.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO SCOLDS ME BECAUSE I CALLED HER IDOL'S MANAGER AN ASSHOLE</title><content type='html'>FUCK YOU PETER, SERIOUSLY, FUCK YOU. I DONT EVEN LIKE YOU. BLOODY YAYAPAPAYA ASSHOLE. YOU SCOLD ME JUST BECAUSE I CALLED YOUR IDOLS MANAGER AN ASSHOLE? BUT SHE REALLY IS OKAY! SHE ISNT AS GOOD AS U MADE HER OUT TO BE. AFTER THE EVENT, SHE PURPOSELY ASKED YOUR IDOL TO RUSH OFF SO AS TO NOT LET ANYONE TAKE PICTURES WITH HER. I THINK THAT THAT'S DAMN SELFISH. YOU SCOLDED ME ON TWITTER SAYING THAT EVEN IF THERE IS AN OPPORTUNITY TO TAKE A PICTURE, THE CHANCE WILL GO TO HER FANS FIRST. FUCK YOU! YOU THINK YOU ARE BLOODY AWESOME SPEAKING UP FOR THE MANAGER IS IT? YOU FUCKING BITCH. YOU THINK YOU ARE HER LOYAL FAN, BUT SO? WHO CARES ABOUT IF YOU ARE A FUCKING LOYAL FAN? YOU ASKED ME TO STICK TO MY IDOLS. WHAT'S YOUR MOTHER FUCKING PROBLEM? I CANNOT GO AND SEE YOUR IDOL ISSIT? I HAPPENED TO BE AT THAT PLACE WHEN YOUR IDOL APPEARED SO I WENT TO SEE. YOU THINK I VERY FREE GO ALL THE WAY TO A FUCKING FAR SHOPPING MALL JUST TO SEE YOUR IDOL? PLEASE! I ADMIT I USED TO LOVE HER, BUT I KIND DISLIKE HER NOW. YOUR IDOL SUCKS YOUR IDOL SUCKS YOUR IDOL SUCKS TTM. YOU ARE SO BLOODY THINK-SKINNED, AND EVEN DARED TO ORDER MY FRIEND AROUND. YOU ARE NOT EVEN PRETTY. IN FACT, YOU ARE THE FUCKING OPPOSITE. YOU HAVE SHORT TOM BOYISH HAIR, UGLY LIKE FUCK, AND SUPER DARK LIKE HELL. I HOPE YOU'LL JUST FALL DOWN THE STAIRS WITH YOUR MOTHER FUCKING STUPID CAMERA AND DIE. LIKE SERIOUSLY, YOUR A PAIN IN THE ASS.&lt;br /&gt;JUST GO AND DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETER, YOU'RE A FUCKING DOUSCHE BAG.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE FROM,&lt;br /&gt;DONUTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-7810130327259602640?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7810130327259602640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=7810130327259602640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7810130327259602640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7810130327259602640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-scolds-me-because-i.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO SCOLDS ME BECAUSE I CALLED HER IDOL&apos;S MANAGER AN ASSHOLE'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-8887804673123642852</id><published>2010-10-27T15:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:43:01.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO MADE MY FIRST SEMESTER AT COLLEGE UTTER BULL SHIT</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt;First off, fuck you. Now that that's out of the way I would just like to personally thank you for making my first semester of college total and utter bull shit. Peter, you probably cry yourself to sleep every night due to the fact that deep down, you know that you are probably the worst Peter anyone has ever met. You are a joke. You're job as Peter is the most pointless thing you will probably ever do with your life and the fact that such a high administration has hired you as Peter, makes me question whether or not I wish to be affiliated with such a place. You are the most unprofessional person I have ever encountered in a professional setting and I honestly could never find someone on earth whom I would love to see helplessly rolling down a large hill in their wheel chair, Peter, more than you. Peter, you scheduled a fucking test for Monday. You said in your emails to the class, "Be prepared for MONDAY! Set your alarms for MONDAY! The test is MONDAY!." So as instructed, I was ready for said test on MONDAY. But guess what happened, you stupid bitchy ass fucker! You talked the whole entire time. About what? Bullshit. And you, Peter, you are bullshit in all its entirety. And then since your time of being Peter is at 8 fucking A.M. I overslept when you ACTUALLY decided to have that test. Being the PROFESSIONAL in this PROFESSIONAL setting, I emailed you THREE times about making up this test. NO REPLY, Peter. No Reply. The least you could have done is fucking email me back, considering it's your fucking job!!! Then a month later, you bitch me out like the unprofessional bastard you are, and tell me I can't make up the test because it's UNFAIR to others. Ask everyone else in that setting and I guarantee they don't give a FUCK. I am so sick of your un-adult and bitchy, petty behavior. I wish the most horrible things of you. I truly do.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off Pupil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-8887804673123642852?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8887804673123642852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=8887804673123642852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8887804673123642852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8887804673123642852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-made-my-first-semester.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO MADE MY FIRST SEMESTER AT COLLEGE UTTER BULL SHIT'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-2175001648239703453</id><published>2010-10-27T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:42:31.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO WOULD RATHER SPEND TIME ON THE COMPUTER</title><content type='html'>dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt;you are a dick. you would rather spend time on the computer, then even look at me. i fucking live with you, and im so tired of this shit. im think about leaving you. but it hurts so much when i try to. all we ever do is fight because you are a self righteous douche bag. you have changed me into a bitter bitch. thanks a lot. im not even happy any more. do you even get that? or are you to stupid to notice? uggg you have no idea how nervous you make me.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck You Peter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-2175001648239703453?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2175001648239703453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=2175001648239703453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2175001648239703453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2175001648239703453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-would-rather-spend.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO WOULD RATHER SPEND TIME ON THE COMPUTER'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-7542185890747389334</id><published>2010-10-27T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:42:03.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO CAN'T EVEN TALK TO ME</title><content type='html'>I really fucking hate you. I contact you after so many years and you act all nice at the beginning and now you can't even talk to me. It hurts, if you knew how much it hurts me maybe you wouldn't do what you are doing, if you felt the pain I am feeling at this moment as I am typing this, I know you wouldn't treat me so shitty and you know why because you only care about your fucking self. You're an asshole and you're hurting me badly, that I don't think I can breath and without breathing I'm just going to die. I wonder if it makes you happy that I feel lifeless, that my life is so meaningless right now because you can't take the time to fucking talk to me, because you could care less. I hope one day you experience what I am experiencing because then you'll truly know how much of a miserable bastard you are. I really hate you and you know what you will pay because they all pay and I make sure they do. I may be suffering right now but soon enough you will want me so badly and I will forget all about your pathetic existence so FUCK YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-7542185890747389334?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7542185890747389334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=7542185890747389334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7542185890747389334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7542185890747389334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-cant-even-talk-to-me.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO CAN&apos;T EVEN TALK TO ME'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-5166333884454027532</id><published>2010-10-27T15:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:41:20.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WITH THE GINORMASS HEAD</title><content type='html'>dear peter,&lt;br /&gt;i am writing to tell you i hate you sooooooooo much. You and your big fat meathead can go and get runover by a bus or tram or train. i hate you that much i want to get a sewing pin and try and deflate your ginormass head,,,,,,, because its that big.. you used to alright but now your an evil big headed manwhore....... your head is that big you remind me of shrek..... tut tut tut :// such a shame you changed......&lt;br /&gt;i hate you more than i love my cat lmfao......&lt;br /&gt;love you biggest haters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-5166333884454027532?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5166333884454027532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=5166333884454027532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5166333884454027532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5166333884454027532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-with-ginormass-head.html' title='I HATE PETER WITH THE GINORMASS HEAD'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-7624135432160189040</id><published>2010-10-27T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:40:46.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO KEPT ON MYSPACING HIM LIKE A CREEP</title><content type='html'>peter, ohhhh what can i say? you knew i was litterally madly in love with him, and you went behind my back and stalked him, kept on myspacing him like a creep and ohhhh yeaaaaa u were in love with him 2...you kept on going to his house and trying to get him to like u while  u know he liked me 2.....u purposly made him hate me. and now he thinks i did all that stufff and i didnt at all. and i told u to leave me alone and u didnt get why.......are u serious? anddddd your still in love with him 2...wtf! you know i hate u soooooooooo much and u continue to love him!!!!!! and u wonder why i hate u sooooooo muchhhhh.....ohhhh and u think he likes u backkkk buttttttttttttttttt he says u loook like a bus...soooooooo hahah. u loooose. u shoudlnt of went behind my backkk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-7624135432160189040?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7624135432160189040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=7624135432160189040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7624135432160189040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7624135432160189040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-kept-on-myspacing-him.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO KEPT ON MYSPACING HIM LIKE A CREEP'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-5003018048826679081</id><published>2010-10-27T15:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:40:19.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO SAYS SHE ISN'T A SLUT</title><content type='html'>FUCK YOU, i always said how much hypocrisy pisses me right the fuck off and how much of a hypocrite and a liar you are! You say you aren't a slut? i can name 4 guys who would beg to differ, as a matter of fact they would all beg to differ in the same fucking night! but no you aren't a slut, i'm the one who hits on every girl i meet, every girl i talk to i MUST like more than you! i fucking gave up everything for you and you never sacrificed shit for me, not one fucking thing you bothered to remove or change from your life for me but i distanced myself from my family, friends, social life, everything! i just wanted you to be happy but it wasn't enough, you always wanted me to bend over backwards cause it made you feel "special". fuck you, i feel sorry for the guy you're with now cause he's a pushover and you're gonna walk all over that poor bastard. hopefully he realizes what a total fucking waste of time you are earlier than i did, good luck being the world's biggest air head, hypocrite, slut and all around bad girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;fuck you&lt;br /&gt;-Lunch man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-5003018048826679081?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5003018048826679081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=5003018048826679081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5003018048826679081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5003018048826679081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-says-she-isnt-slut.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO SAYS SHE ISN&apos;T A SLUT'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-3317763540287131975</id><published>2010-10-27T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:39:54.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS A MAMA'S BOY AND A DIRTY LITTLE HAMSTER</title><content type='html'>Peter,&lt;br /&gt;I hate you. You really irritate me. Your such a mama's boy, it makes me sick. You pick your nose constantly and sometimes you even eat it. That is just plain gross. Plus, you never flush the fucking toilet. Thats gross, no one wants to see that. You always hog the t.v. watching pointless shit like WWE and other bullshit. Also, I do not appreciate those videos of you and William I found in my trash. Please never ever fucking go on my photobooth again, you dirty little hamster. Thanks (not).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-3317763540287131975?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3317763540287131975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=3317763540287131975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3317763540287131975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3317763540287131975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-is-mamas-boy-and-dirty.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS A MAMA&apos;S BOY AND A DIRTY LITTLE HAMSTER'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-3659211241238613327</id><published>2010-10-27T15:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:39:29.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS A TAKER</title><content type='html'>I hate you peter, because you are a taker and I'm a giver. You take, and take, and take, and take and you suck me dry of everything I've got to give and want for more... and then give nothing back. I hate that it took you over a year to buy me flowers, I hate that you never planned one of our dates and you didn't do anything for our anniversary. I hate that you forgot my birthday. I hate that when I had nowhere else to go you wouldn't let me in... because you were getting drunk with your mate. I hate that when we thought I was pregnant, I went alone to the chemist. I hate that you don't understand how much it hurts when your mother kicks you out of home and tells you not to come back, when she drinks and prescribes herself prescription drugs, when she hates you... and you always take her side. I hate that I care so much more about EVERYTHING than you. I hate that I'm the one who has to call... and arrange to see you. I hate that you've made me want things I never wanted before I met you. I hate the fact you're parents love you so much - I hate the fact that they will do anything to make you feel safe and happy. You don't need me for that. I hate that you have shared your family with me... and I can't give you one. I hate that you are the only one that has ever made me feel safe and happy.  I hate that I still love you. I hate that no matter how much of an asshole you are I won't be able to leave you, because I'm afraid of losing the life you promised me, the life you had growing up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate so many things peter... so many things you do that piss me off and hurt me and make me want to dump your sorry ass.... but I don't want to give up... PLEASE FUCKING TRY PETER, JUST...TRY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-3659211241238613327?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3659211241238613327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=3659211241238613327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3659211241238613327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3659211241238613327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-is-taker.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS A TAKER'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-1376913360867517997</id><published>2010-10-27T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:38:45.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO MAKES WEIRD FACES AT ME THEN WALKS AWAY</title><content type='html'>Peter, last year we were best friends. Why were we best friends, i don't know. This year i try talking to you and you make weird faces at me and walk away. You tell me that i'm mean, and rude, when truthfully you are the one who is. We don't even talk anymore, and you act like i'm the worst friend ever, when i'm not. I don't know you anymore. Yesterday, when i said your shadow looked like animator, you gave me a weird look, but then when she agreed with me and said "oh yeah! you kinda do!" you smiled and laughed along with her. And then i told you that i hate you, BECAUSE I HAVE REASONS, and you said "i hate you too, but i have never said to your face" Like really? How much of a bitch can you honestly be? You were never there for me anyways, so why should i even care if i'm losing you? From now on Peter, you are NOTHING, to me. Staying friends with you, and trying hard everyday just to be friends with you is only gonna hurt me more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-1376913360867517997?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1376913360867517997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=1376913360867517997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1376913360867517997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1376913360867517997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-makes-weird-faces-at.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO MAKES WEIRD FACES AT ME THEN WALKS AWAY'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-3270339282720501379</id><published>2010-10-27T15:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:38:16.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO LIED TO ME AND KEPT LYING</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were there for me at the start... I trusted you. You were my BEST FRIEND... You lied to me and kept lying... You hurt me. I can NEVER trust you again. I will never forgive you. I hate you so much... You are the ugliest thing i have ever seen and you have no right to treat me like that. Or my friends. I hate you. End of story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from, TheOneWhoHatesLies xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-3270339282720501379?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3270339282720501379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=3270339282720501379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3270339282720501379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3270339282720501379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-lied-to-me-and-kept.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO LIED TO ME AND KEPT LYING'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-6474288246030761185</id><published>2010-10-27T15:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:37:23.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS IN A BAND</title><content type='html'>I'm not saying that i didnt love following you and your band around&lt;br /&gt;for a whole summer, but the fact that you forget about me everytime i&lt;br /&gt;try to talk to you. and then when i was talking to my girlfriend about&lt;br /&gt;it you called me fat. like what the fuck? i thought we were cool and&lt;br /&gt;friends. seems like no one in that fucking group wants to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;but guess what. im going to that halloween party and theirs nothing&lt;br /&gt;you can do to stop me fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;"that fat chick."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-6474288246030761185?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6474288246030761185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=6474288246030761185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6474288246030761185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6474288246030761185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-is-in-band.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS IN A BAND'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-6508379441925722811</id><published>2010-10-27T15:36:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:36:59.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO TRIES TO CLOWN ME IN CLASS</title><content type='html'>Peter, you're a fucking prick. Why do you always have to try to clown me in class? I'm a nice kid, and I've always been nice to you, it's not even like I deserve it. You're not even a good teacher, you're utter SHIT and you just fucking walk out of class for an hour to talk on the phone! WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM! I fucking hate you and it's only 4 weeks into school, god damnit what is your problem. FUCK YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-6508379441925722811?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6508379441925722811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=6508379441925722811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6508379441925722811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6508379441925722811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-tries-to-clown-me-in.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO TRIES TO CLOWN ME IN CLASS'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-873928371276643438</id><published>2010-10-27T15:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:36:38.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS SO CLINGY</title><content type='html'>Hey there Peter, or PETERS. Cause there have been lots of you. At&lt;br /&gt;least 6. 6 Peters. What do you all have in common? You suffocated me,&lt;br /&gt;and drove me away. You all made me hate you. Tried to talk to me 24/7,&lt;br /&gt;made me get sick of you. My first clinggy Peter called me 5 times a&lt;br /&gt;day, everyday. You figure that when I don't answer, you'll get the&lt;br /&gt;hint, right? WRONG. Then when I told you I couldn't be with you&lt;br /&gt;anymore, you flipped out and cursed me out. It was your own fault I&lt;br /&gt;didn't like you!!! Jeeze!! You guys need to learn that girls don't&lt;br /&gt;like clinggy guys. We want a challenge. Well, at least I do. Peter, if&lt;br /&gt;you're to easy to get, go away. When I go out with you, please don't&lt;br /&gt;tell me you want it to last forever. Or a while. Don't think about the&lt;br /&gt;future. It just shows me that you like me more than I like you!! I&lt;br /&gt;hate it! Peter, please, if you're in love with me, super clinggy,&lt;br /&gt;calling me all of the time, talking to me whenever you see me on&lt;br /&gt;facebook, don't be surprised when I dump your ass. I'm sorry, it's&lt;br /&gt;bitchy, but it's life. Sorry peter, but I'm writing this because I&lt;br /&gt;hate you all for hating me Over something your fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-873928371276643438?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/873928371276643438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=873928371276643438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/873928371276643438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/873928371276643438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-is-so-clingy.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS SO CLINGY'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-1855169579007638225</id><published>2010-10-27T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:36:17.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO CONTROLS ME</title><content type='html'>Hey there Peter. I you are such a fucking bitch. You can't control me!&lt;br /&gt;I am 15 and if I want to do stuff, I will!!! Why do you think you can&lt;br /&gt;make my life decisions? Honestly Peter. Why? I want to live my fucking&lt;br /&gt;life they way it should be lived, MY WAY. If I want to gauge my ears I&lt;br /&gt;will. If I want to get a second hole I will. If I want to get a belly&lt;br /&gt;button ring I WILL. They're holes that close! I'm not asking for a&lt;br /&gt;tattoo!! I'm asking for piercings! Ugh. And when I prove my point you&lt;br /&gt;take away my phone. Peter you're a bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-1855169579007638225?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1855169579007638225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=1855169579007638225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1855169579007638225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1855169579007638225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-controls-me.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO CONTROLS ME'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-1594719153135995727</id><published>2010-10-27T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:35:58.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS A DIRECT BLOODLINE TO ME</title><content type='html'>Peter, I hate you. You are a direct bloodline of mine, but I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;You ruined my childhood, you fucked me up. You were an alcoholic and a&lt;br /&gt;drug adict. You spent your money on cocain, booze, pot and what else&lt;br /&gt;you did. I was so young, I was six. I hate you for getting abusive&lt;br /&gt;boyfriends who hit you. I hate you for going back to them. I hate you&lt;br /&gt;because you dated a crazy stalker. I hate you because up until the&lt;br /&gt;time I was 11 you were so fucked up. You left me with my insane&lt;br /&gt;grandmother to go to rehab, and then when you came out I thought&lt;br /&gt;things were perfect, but you eventually relapsed. I hate you because&lt;br /&gt;you left me. I hate you because you judge HIM for leaving and doing&lt;br /&gt;drugs every couple of months when you ruined my fucking new years. No&lt;br /&gt;shit alcohol and your medicin would make you crazy, make you try to&lt;br /&gt;kill yourself. I hate that you rant to me about HIM and your father. I&lt;br /&gt;don't want to know about out money problems!!! I've got enough on my&lt;br /&gt;fucking plate! I hate you because you can't drink without being mean.&lt;br /&gt;You drank that one night and punched me in my face and kicked me out.&lt;br /&gt;You promised you would never do it again, but the next day you did. I&lt;br /&gt;can't drink at parties, I can't smoke pot, I can't so shit bcause I&lt;br /&gt;don't want to end up like you. I hate you becuase I live in fear of&lt;br /&gt;you relapsing at any given moment, sometimes I wake up at night crying&lt;br /&gt;because I had a dream of you hitting me again. You never hit me&lt;br /&gt;unless you're drunk.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you because you pretend to be on my side, then go and tell HIM&lt;br /&gt;everything I say. I hate HIM and you tell him. When I'm arguing with&lt;br /&gt;you you bring HIM into it. You hurt me. You make me cry. I have such a&lt;br /&gt;fucked up life because of you. You have changed me for the worse. Of&lt;br /&gt;course I've learned my lessons, but that's from watching you do shit.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. You expect me to be a perfect fucking student when you did so&lt;br /&gt;shitty in school. You won't let me experience shit for myself because&lt;br /&gt;of your experiences. I'm not you!!!!!! I'm not going to do drugs and&lt;br /&gt;have sex! Oh, but it's not me that you don't trust, it's the people&lt;br /&gt;around me! Jesus. When I go to college I'll experience everything on&lt;br /&gt;my own and then you'll be sorry. When i leave and Dont come back&lt;br /&gt;you'll be sorry. So thanks for ruining my life Peter, I hope you're&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;The Witness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-1594719153135995727?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1594719153135995727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=1594719153135995727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1594719153135995727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1594719153135995727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-is-direct-bloodline-to.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS A DIRECT BLOODLINE TO ME'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-3074736254118218723</id><published>2010-10-27T15:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:35:28.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO INTRODUCED ME TO PETER</title><content type='html'>PETER. You ruined everything! You introduced me to a guy also called PETER and made me date him (because he dumped you) Then I wanted to dump him and you wouldn't "let" me. Typical you, PETER! TYPICAL SELFISH PETER! I wanted him out of my life. I finished with him against your will. And you still insisted on keeping him in my life. I had to cut you out of my life to get away from it. You just would not shut up about anything. You were self involved. In the two years I knew you, I dont think you ever said "How are you?" That is clearly not a PETER question to ask. Who cares about me? Not PETER! You texted me and waited outside my work and contacted my family and left self pitying little ansafone messages for me (THAT I DELETED WITHOUT EVEN LISTENING TO!). Attention seeking PETER! I know your secrets PETER and I have no issue with telling your mommy and daddy all about Perfect Princess PETER's dirty secrets.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All the bands you dragged me to see thought your cupcakes were dumb PETER. They thought you were a pathetic little child. Fan-girl. Obsessive little fan-girl FREAK! They would catch my eye and roll their eyes because of you PETER.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw you, you were crying. Sobbing in the middle of a crowded room. Making sure people were looking at you. Blaming me. You brought it on yourself. I didn't say anything to you. I couldnt bring myself to acknowledge you PETER. You too away two years of my life. I lost friends because of you. I nearly lost my relationship with my family because of you PETER.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was telling you about how much I was interested in a new guy I'd met, and you were awful about him. SO what if there was a 12 year age gap, you had a 30 year age gap. And you know what PETER, I still see him and I'm still happy! I know your boyfriend is probably fed up of the fact your name is PETER. He did seem like a PETER related pushover though. I hope he sees sense and gets the fuck away from you. You are poison PETER. Pure hated poison. You ruin anything you do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SO thankyou, for taking the fucking hint (you took your sweet old time!) PETER.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Peters-Non-Fan-Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-3074736254118218723?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3074736254118218723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=3074736254118218723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3074736254118218723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3074736254118218723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-introduced-me-to-peter.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO INTRODUCED ME TO PETER'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-8869470061648776162</id><published>2010-10-27T15:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:34:58.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO THINKS "THE RIDERS" IS A GOOD BOOK</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!&lt;br /&gt;Did you think the riders was a good book? IT WASN'T. A story is meant to have an ending!&lt;br /&gt;I hate your lack of speech marks in cloudstreet. HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT T USE THEM?&lt;br /&gt;I hate how it takes you 15 FUCKING PAGES to describe ONE SIMPLE THING.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how you describe old man balls in such great detail.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you were ever able to get all you horrid books published.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact you learnt how the write in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;I hate your stupid fucking pony tail.&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to read such shitty time consuming books by you.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I have to find deep meaning in your shit books.&lt;br /&gt;If I ever meet you I will read you one of these books by you and then you won't like them!&lt;br /&gt;Please NEVER write ANYTHING EVER AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;much hate from I use speech marks&lt;br /&gt;ps "I hate you!" She said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-8869470061648776162?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8869470061648776162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=8869470061648776162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8869470061648776162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8869470061648776162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-thinks-riders-is-good.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO THINKS &quot;THE RIDERS&quot; IS A GOOD BOOK'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-8278623829300720094</id><published>2010-10-27T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:34:31.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO SMOKES NOW</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter&lt;br /&gt;it is all very nice you enjoy going to parties and drinking but if you are going to ask people to come it would be nice to be asked.&lt;br /&gt;Also what ever happened to your thoughts on smoking be gross and stupid and now you go to parties and smoking is totally awesome?&lt;br /&gt;Screw you Peter!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-8278623829300720094?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8278623829300720094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=8278623829300720094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8278623829300720094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8278623829300720094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-smokes-now.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO SMOKES NOW'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-8428787672613662726</id><published>2010-10-27T15:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:34:00.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS A MAN-STEALING WHORE</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter, sorry to tell you in such a middle-school way, but FUCK YOU. You have said for years and years that your my bestfriend, but really, you are not. I am too good for you. I defended you when you were being picked on, i stood up for you when people said that you were a whore, even though you are a whore, and i have done nothing but protect you and support you. Thanks a Fucking ton for dating the man i loved for over three years. And thanks for hurting him. Oh, yeah, and thanks for making every guy i've ever loved fall for you. Logically i should assume that it's not your fault, but actually it is, because you throw yourself at them. Until yesterday, i thought i had forgiven you for everything, but as of ten minutes ago when the guy i like confessed his undying love for you to me, i think i hate you again. Go have sex with every guy you see, i know you want to, don't even pretent to restrain yourself, ho-bag. When you get preggo, i'm going to laugh, not even giggle, i'm going to flat out laugh. And while you are in your second devorce, i'm going to be happily married.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i know you were out with him until 3 last night, you really thought i wouldn't know? thanks so much. i'll never cry over the crap you do again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-8428787672613662726?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8428787672613662726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=8428787672613662726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8428787672613662726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8428787672613662726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-is-man-stealing-whore.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS A MAN-STEALING WHORE'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-8790921409821454040</id><published>2010-10-27T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:33:38.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO TOLD ME I WAS HIS SOULMATE</title><content type='html'>Hey Peter. Remeber me? The girl you told you loved? Every single&lt;br /&gt;night, you would tell me you love me. I'm your "soulmate". Your&lt;br /&gt;everything? Yeah. Fuck you! I hate you so much! You broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You changed me as a person. I used to be confident. Yeah, I was the&lt;br /&gt;heartbreaker. But it was unintentional! I felt like shit whenever I&lt;br /&gt;made someone sad! But you? You don't give a shit. You don't care about&lt;br /&gt;anything. You just want to have sex. It's the only thing on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;We were never dating (however everyone knew about us), but you&lt;br /&gt;gradually stopped talking to me and went back to your ex. Fuck you. I&lt;br /&gt;hate you. Even recently, you told me you missed me, missed us, wanted&lt;br /&gt;things to go back to the way they were. But then what? YOUR FUCKING&lt;br /&gt;HER AGAIN!!! You're gross! Don't talk to me. You'll read this and know&lt;br /&gt;it's about you, but good. I hate you. You're no longer anything to me.&lt;br /&gt;The first person I ever loved, I never thought it would turn out this&lt;br /&gt;way. Goodbye Peter cause i'm done with your horny/uncommited/slutty/&lt;br /&gt;indecisive/untrustworthy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo&lt;br /&gt;The girl from above the theater&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-8790921409821454040?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8790921409821454040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=8790921409821454040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8790921409821454040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8790921409821454040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-told-me-i-was-his.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO TOLD ME I WAS HIS SOULMATE'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-7019181287844595939</id><published>2010-10-27T15:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:33:12.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS WILLING TO DROP ME IN A SECOND FOR SOMEONE ELSE</title><content type='html'>You are a horrible person.  You use everyone around you to make you feel better about yourself.  How dare you act like we are friends when you are willing to drop me in a minute for someone else.  Best friends my ass, you purposely said horrible things to make me feel inferior to you, and I was insecure enough to believe you.  You knew about my family history and you used the emotionally problems that stemmed from it to your advantage.  You are not all that pretty, inside or outside.  In fact, you would be a hell of a lot prettier if you stopped dressing like Lady Gaga and wore some clothes that are suitable for a 23 year old.  I know you are an artist, so in your mind it is totally acceptable for you to wear ugly glasses from the 80's and huge fashion jewelry...but it makes you look ridiculous.  For the past 8 years you have made me feel unattractive and bad about myself with your stupid fucking size 2 body, and that fact that guys fall head over heels for you because you look like the type that will sleep with them.  But I am finally realizing that I am more mature and more promising than you will ever be.  I will never fall for your tricks or forgive you again.  I know you won't care because I mean nothing to you, and that is fine because I am not doing this to spite you, I am doing this to better me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-7019181287844595939?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7019181287844595939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=7019181287844595939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7019181287844595939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/7019181287844595939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-is-willing-to-drop-me.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS WILLING TO DROP ME IN A SECOND FOR SOMEONE ELSE'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-5148147335819278080</id><published>2010-10-27T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:32:41.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO I CAN'T FIND A SINGLE THING BAD TO SAY ABOUT</title><content type='html'>I thought I had found everything I wanted. I couldn't name a downside to you, when you told me nothing could happen between us anymore I tried so hard to bitch about you to my friends but I couldn't find a single thing to say! I just want to know what your intentions were, did you really use me? You've confused me, I feel so insecure. I look at you and I think No, you couldn't have used me, you're the loveliest person, never wanted to hurt anyone, just wanted everything to be good between, that you loved me, just that you couldn't be in a relationship right now. But then I look at the situation.. we started talking you made me fall for you and reassured me we could be in a relationship after we met a few times, we met one day, the next weekend you took me to yours to stay the weekend, TOOK MY VIRGINITY and then told me we can only be friends for now. I want to just scream, you have messed me up. I HATE YOU FOR DOING THIS TO  ME. Even if it wasnt your intentions to use me, you still reassured me we would be together. WHY DO THAT?!  I trusted you, and now I can't get over you. For some reason I don't want too. You called things off 2 weeks ago, saying that it would cost too much to keep driving down, how you need someone near you to cheer you up from family problems.. DID YOU ONLY JUST REALISE THAT?! Why reassure me if you KNEW it couldnt work?! ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks on and OH LOOK WHAT I FOUND! PETER IS IN A RELATIONSHIP! WELL FUCK ME! seriously ARGH. You and me had feelings for each other for about a month before we almost got into an official relationship, but 2 fucking weeks and now you're in one with your best friend?! and you had the cheek to pick her up from work and bring her back to your house whist I was staying with you for the weekend. You just left me to sit and watch her flirt with you, I could tell you didn't have feelings for her, but still it upset me to have to watch that. You're not in love with her, you're in love with love. But now I'm screwed. You've left me in pieces, not knowing what to do. I was so sure.&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE AN ABSOLUTE PRICK PETER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of hate from &lt;br /&gt;The used and insecure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-5148147335819278080?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5148147335819278080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=5148147335819278080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5148147335819278080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5148147335819278080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-i-cant-find-single.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO I CAN&apos;T FIND A SINGLE THING BAD TO SAY ABOUT'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-5568126689283345866</id><published>2010-10-27T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:32:02.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS IN MY CLASS</title><content type='html'>Dearest Peter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I used to be the best of friends. Whatever happened to that? You won't even look at me in the halls anymore, much less speak to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, that isn't even the worst thing about it. You are acting this way because I didn't want to tell you about the horribly painful thing that was going on in my life. I will call it "The Hunger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I couldn't trust anyone with "The Hunger," much less a paranoid little shit like you. Thanks, Peter. You made my Middle School days miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you stopped talking, so did my other friends. I know you well, Peter. You may not do a whole lot of talking near me, but you do a whole lot of talking to them. Talking of awful things, knife words so they come to you and stop coming to me. I know how you work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the chemicals that make up your brain. I've known you since I was three. You don't forgive and forget... You want revenge. You want to go down and bring everyone else with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame your Mom. The twisted, spazzy little shit person who is JUST LIKE YOU. Think about it. I got you that book you wanted for your B-Day when you said you really wanted it. Your mother made a "Family Decision" to make you not read it until you were thirteen. Who DOES that?  I'm not surprised your dad had an affair. I think he is much happier with that other woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your mom FINALLY got a divorce, she tried to get rid of anything that ever had to do with him. She died your little sister's hair DARK BROWN instead of that pretty, Alice in Wonderland blonde so she wouldn't look like her dad. I think your mom has serious mental problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never wear color anymore. You used to be a super bright person, with pink gauchos and a white top. You don't ever wear anything but black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Peter. I hope you go bald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- PO'd in Pennsylvainia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-5568126689283345866?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5568126689283345866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=5568126689283345866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5568126689283345866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/5568126689283345866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-is-in-my-class.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS IN MY CLASS'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-241968662308745816</id><published>2010-10-27T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:31:41.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO ONLY LOVED ME FOR 6 WEEKS</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever stop loving you. I know you only loved me for those 6 weeks, I don't even know if you actually did or not. But one thing is obvious. It's almost been three years now I still can't stop loving you. You broke my heart. OVER FUCKING MSN. Played with my heart for months, sending me soooo many fucking mixed messages, telling me it was MY fault, and when I do pour my heart out to you, you'd always reject me. One second you'd be telling me how cute I am, saying you'd do all this dirty shit to me, then the next second say you want nothing to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a year, I move on a FINALLY get a boyfriend. Then you get a girlfriend. I was your first. You're over-weight, annoying, and the bottom of the food-chain. i was the top, and I dated you. What do you pick? THE SLUTTIEST AND TRASHIEST TRAMP IN THE SCHOOL. I cry my eyes out for hours, it hurts almost as much as when you broke my heart the first time. But you know what's SO FUCKING FUNNY?!? You and trash-fucker lasted FOUR WEEKS. Me and "Hobbit" lasted almost 9 months! I guess that shows who the committed one really is. Wait, no. SHE DUMPED YOU. CAUSE YOU WERE FUCKING WEIRD. Funny shit right therr.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the "Hobbit" (actually two days before the end) you were there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're fucking sexy"&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna show you how to ride a real cock"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were supplying me with my number one fantasy; fucking you. So, I messed around those two nights. Putting friendships, heart-break, and pretty much a life on the line. Hoping that you'd take me back after almost two years. But no. I break up with "Hobbit" and you STILL don't want me. I took the guys virginity! I wanted to take your's! BUT YOU WERE TOO MUCH OF A FUCKING PUSSY! So, two months later, I start dating your best friend. And everything is amazing. I stop wanting you, you stop talking to me, everything's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOPS. NEVER MIND. This fucking summer. You tell me this fucking summer that you wanted to fuck me, that you still wanted me when you dated white-trash, and that you'd drop everything to fuck me now. THANKS BUDDY. NOW THAT'S ALL THAT'S EVER ON MY MIND NOW. So, almost three years later. It's still killing me. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to know is, WHY AM I NOT DATEABLE HUH? I'm a pageant winner, I'm on Reach for the Top, I play all the sports, I love completely and passionately. I love you for you. Good luck EVER finding a girl like me out there, cause there's NO ONE out there who'll love you like I love you. Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you never asked me out. I wish I never told you that I loved you. I wish I never answered that text. I hate you. I love you. I want you. Fuck you, Peter. Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever yours at any moment,&lt;br /&gt;Pissed and love-struck in Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-241968662308745816?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/241968662308745816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=241968662308745816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/241968662308745816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/241968662308745816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-only-loved-me-for-6.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO ONLY LOVED ME FOR 6 WEEKS'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-2069114009905135213</id><published>2010-10-27T15:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:30:18.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO TAKES MYSPACE PHOTOS AND DISCUSSES HER HAIR</title><content type='html'>I HATE PETER AND ALL THAT WHOLE GROUP OF PETERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just sit around at lunch time laughing about everyone else's misfortunes, taking Myspace photos and discussing your hair and latest infatuation with a stranger you chatted on MSN with. Cussing and slacking off in class, laughing, always laughing. Not a care in the world other than your bloody hair! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when you get home you pull down your disgusting t-shirt that doesn't cover your belly button nor your breasts, straighten that greasy mop of hair, pull on a pair of leggings, pour masses of foundation and eye liner on your face, walk into the bathroom and take a slutty photo with the focus on your tissue stuffed bra! You hop onto the computer, possibly cussing at your mum on the way then write the caption on Facebook describing your utter hatred of your face and/or how fat you are so there is a large response of your beautiful and "dardy" (whatever that means) you look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when all you PETER'S join up at parties you stand around on the sidelines, nibbling on a carrot and laughing at how stupid my friends and I look doing the robot in the middle of the dance floor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of you Peter, all of you! Your awfully bad grammar and incredibly high buns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't care anymore, I will stay out of your way. All I ask of you is to stop enticing my friends with your satanic nature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely Peter Hater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-2069114009905135213?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2069114009905135213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=2069114009905135213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2069114009905135213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2069114009905135213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-takes-myspace-photos.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO TAKES MYSPACE PHOTOS AND DISCUSSES HER HAIR'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-2236474757856844054</id><published>2010-10-27T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:29:42.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS A LITTLE LYING CHEATING SLUT AND A HALF</title><content type='html'>I hate you Peter. You suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Peter, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for making me and my boyfriend's relationship perfect. We are better than ever, and that could have never happened if you weren't a little lying, cheating slut and a half. But here's the downside to you. We used to be friends. Best friends. I would tell you my relationship problems, and you would try to help me. But the irony in this whole situation is that you were trying to break us up the entire time. When you told me about him lying to me, you said it to break us up. When you told me about the other girls he was flirting with, you were trying to break us up. When you would text him and tell him your problems, well, that part you were just being a little bitch. Well, I have news for you. If he would have stayed with you, you both would never had made it through a whole relationship. It would have been another stupid little high school relationship that lasted a week? Maybe a week and a day. But that's if you're lucky. But I'm still thankful for all the things you have done for me. Thank you Peter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-2236474757856844054?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2236474757856844054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=2236474757856844054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2236474757856844054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2236474757856844054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-is-little-lying.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS A LITTLE LYING CHEATING SLUT AND A HALF'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-4465046668154401449</id><published>2010-10-27T15:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:29:09.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS A FRENCH BIPOLAR BITCH</title><content type='html'>Peter,&lt;br /&gt;I wasted 3 years with you. You fucked up my head worse then my last girlfriend, whom you thought you were so much better than, but your not. All you are is bipolar, with delusions of grandeur, you really believe you can achieve your dreams? An ambassador of peace? Someone can't be selfish to accomplish that, idiotic or non-logical! You used me for so many things, you mentally tortured me, you made me feel so low, and I did the opposite, how could I possibly have loved you? I don't hate you, I just want you to fail at everything, your dreams, tes amoureux, and cry yourself to sleep at night! Oh yeah, and have your precious mother die from her disgusting habit of smoking as soon as possible, by the way, remember how you told me that you were afraid to become like her? An old bitter french woman, who married drunks and the only one who was good enough got a divorce from her? Having a good time in Belgium? Good cause thats the last of it, your gonna fail! Karma is a bitch, and you got a lot of it coming your way! Using words to get me to stay and give you so much attention, chasing you, while you flirted with other guys, and fucking them too! What the hell is wrong with you? You had it all, a beautiful boyfriend, american boyfriend, time to study but getting love on so many different levels and you had to do nothing in return. It was nothing for me to lose, but everything for you! Thank god I have the sense to deny the bipolar manuplative, cold hearted, selfish, fake whore of a bitch that you are when you DO come back to me AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I'm going to be the one to become a diplomat? Thats what I want to be now, and I always get what I want, just like how I wanted to you to go away again, only to come back to me again one day and I can just say "ha, tu as eu ta occasion, en fait 10 fois adieu (pour toi) !" Yeah, I'm sleeping with a diplomate now, she works for Japan, and I'm meeting a lot of amazing people cause this postgraduate that I'm doing in England has gotten me to meet people from oxford, cambridge and all over the world who are involved in that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;A-now-international-fuck-machine-and-so-much-better-than-you-can-EVER-BE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-4465046668154401449?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4465046668154401449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=4465046668154401449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/4465046668154401449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/4465046668154401449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-is-french-bipolar.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS A FRENCH BIPOLAR BITCH'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-6826417134450071507</id><published>2010-10-27T15:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:28:44.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO COMPLETELY TURNED ON ME</title><content type='html'>Peter, I try and try to bring myself to hate you, but each day I find it increasingly difficult. I do know though, that you are both my favorite and least favorite person in the world. I can't say hate, because hate is the strongest word you can use against a person, and I really don't like hating people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't believe you would do that to me. You completely turned on me. And I don't know why. We were really good friends and we were every single teenage love song about having fun crammed into one amazing time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that will forever make me smile is the carnival. Finding out the fun way that you were afraid of heights and were able to hit scream octaves I didn't even know existed was one of the highlights of that day. Having you, your three friends, and me crammed into the tilt-a-whirl unable to move we were so cramped, laughing our heads off at the guy in front of us by himself in his car, spinning so fast due to the weight that I almost puked. On the haunted house, lighting up the ride with your cell phone and laughing at everything, but hitting that scream octave again when the Carnival Worker jumped out at us, and again, me laughing so hard with you as we hear your friends behind us screaming like losers. And then at the end of the night, my favorite part, I was leaving so you walked me to the parking lot and gave me a long hug in front of all your friends, and then like you had been doing all day, you texted me, this time to make sure I was safe at home, and then texting me all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your spontaneous texts that never failed to make me smile from ear to ear, you always wanting to hang out with me, but my heartbreaking having to reject you every single time because I was already busy. I was so upset about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, that night happened. I walked 3-4 miles in the rain to come see you, and we planned on "doing things" but I got scared at the last minute and couldn't do it. You held me and told me it was OK. You lied. That night, everything changed. While I was walking home, crying, some people tried to put me in their car. You don't know about this because I never told anyone, but they did. I got home at four in the morning, drenched, heartbroken, and a crying wreck, traumatized from that night's events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised me you weren't going to tell your friends. You lied. You told all of them, and then some. You gave him my phone number, and he tortured me. You made my life miserable. I tried to be nice to you and keep it together, but you just met me with hate. I confronted you and asked you what I did, and you told me nothing, everything was okay. I believed you.  You lied again.  You constantly give me false hope, and constantly, you crush me. Why Peter? That's all I want to know. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I pass you in the hallways and I can't even stand to be in the same room with you. I get terrified that you're going to do something to me. I can't look at you, for fear that you'll see what's really lying behind my eyes. That I desperately just want you back. I want my friend, the one who wasn't afraid to scream like a girl in front of me, hug me in front of his now demeaning friends, and text me to make sure I got home safe. I miss you so much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I think back to what you did, and I think of myself as an idiot for wanting you back. I constantly cry over you, and I constantly wonder why I do. You were my friend once, but you turned on me and hurt me. You should be no more than a speck of dust in the corner to me. But you hurt me just by breathing the same air as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I strongly dislike you Peter. Because I am unable to move on from the past. I still have hope that we can be friends again, even though I know I'm just dreaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, but I have to let you go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Feeling Like A Sad Country Song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-6826417134450071507?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6826417134450071507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=6826417134450071507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6826417134450071507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6826417134450071507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-completely-turned-on.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO COMPLETELY TURNED ON ME'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-9144642474731492856</id><published>2010-10-27T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:28:13.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO DID IT TO ME AGAIN</title><content type='html'>I hate you peter for what you did to me this week, AGAIN! I hate you peter because you are just fucking with me and exploiting my weakest and deepest thoughts I have shared with you. I hate you for saying you loved me, but you were only using me for money and to buy you new shoes, and .....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I hate you peter for chosing someone who is saying they will beat you up if you don't do exactly what you say. I hate you for all the lies, the jokama-pokama-hokama bullshit way you looked me in the eyes and said YOU LOVE me when we had sex. I hate you peter for accusing me of stealing your personal information and your privacy, when it is the low life trash you chose over me that brags about doing it. I hate you peter for threatening me when I was the only one being there for you for so long. I hate you peter for once again crushing my soul and stabbing my heart, and not even caring that you did it. I most of all hate you peter for the mistrust and the lies you showed to me, when I was the only one being truthful.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am a great person and will find others in my life to care, I hate you peter because you have chosen to lower yourself to the scum level of him, after exposing me to aids. I hate you peter for accusing me of giving you the aids on pupose, even after I showed you test after test that I am Hiv free. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I hate you peter because you are mentally ill and need to be on medications yet you allow that piece of shit to convince you to stop taking your medications. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Good bye Peter, i hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-9144642474731492856?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/9144642474731492856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=9144642474731492856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/9144642474731492856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/9144642474731492856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-did-it-to-me-again.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO DID IT TO ME AGAIN'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-3709488238741463191</id><published>2010-10-27T15:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:27:37.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO EXPOSED ME TO AIDS</title><content type='html'>I hate you peter for doing what you did to me for the second time. I hate you for cutting me out of your life when I was the only one there helping you and being honest to you. I hate you peter for not allowing me to defend the lies others told about me. I hate you peter for letting others get your email and phone number access codes and for letting them read all of your secrets, yet you told me that you blamed me for doing it. I hate that others were allowed to read all of my private letters to you, that others have told you that you either eliminate me or them, when I would never force you to make such a choie. I hate that you chose letting go of my deep and forever love to you for someone who will threaten you to make you do what they want, will take your money, and talks about you like your a piece of shit. I hate you peter for saying you loved me when you didn't, and for exposing me to aids when you didn't have to. I hate you Peter for making me fall in love with  and then breaking my heart in the worst of all ways. I hate that I was the last one you called when you were pissed off and mad at the world, and then you turned all of your hate and bad treatment to me. I hate that I was always there for you and you continued to treat me like shit. I hate that you told me I am a liar, when you never opened your mouth without lying to me ... telling me all that jokama hokama bullshitama to get me to do what you wanted.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me you total asshole peter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-3709488238741463191?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3709488238741463191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=3709488238741463191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3709488238741463191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/3709488238741463191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-exposed-me-to-aids.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO EXPOSED ME TO AIDS'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-2622321368397825832</id><published>2010-10-27T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:26:53.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO SAID HE WOULD NEVER MAKE ME CRY</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt;         I hate the fact that after almost two years I love you so much. Yet at the same time, I want to forget that you ever existed. You hurt me so much, yet you won't get out of my head. I met a new guy. He loves me so much and asked me to marry him. I can't say yes though until I get this off my chest. I FUCKING HATE YOU. You lied you said you would never make me cry. That is one of this biggest lies you have ever told. I cry all the time. I cry so much it hurts. You said you would always be there for me. Yea well where were you when I was bleeding to death in the hospital after having a miscarriage. Where were you when I tried to kill myself because I lost your baby. Where were you... Where were you... Oh yea you were cheating on me. You lied when you told me you loved me. You can't love anyone. You don't love yourself. You get drunk and go fuck stupid roller derby whores in detroit. I just want you to know that you lost the best thing that you ever had. I HATE YOU. I am going to marry a real man. A man that will be there no matter what. Peter though you will probally never read this, this is my last to you. I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                      Hating you in Hammy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-2622321368397825832?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2622321368397825832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=2622321368397825832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2622321368397825832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2622321368397825832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-said-he-would-never.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO SAID HE WOULD NEVER MAKE ME CRY'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-4123230018530697160</id><published>2010-10-27T15:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:26:13.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS A BUNCH OF FAT SLOBS</title><content type='html'>Dear Peters (yes all three of you),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are lazy and as a result a bunch of fat slobs. On top of that you are the most hypocritical cluster of fucked up morons I have ever encountered in my entire life. Each and every one of you is your own special brand of smug stupidity and I don't speak to you because I crave intelligent conversation, and talking to you is like lining up my brain cells one by one and executing them. Thank goodness I am nothing like you. You think that just because you are giving me a roof over my head and you go to church that you can talk to others like they are nothing. You say I am disrespectful and you treat me and my husband as if we are the worst evil creatures you have ever encountered. In truth you are the worst examples of the Christian faith. People like you are why others refuse to go to church. You judge others while you play in your own emotionally stunted filth. You are cruel to your children. You have no respect for yourselves and others and you have no sense of style. I am ashamed to call you in-laws. It is an understatement to call you the dregs of society but I am unsure of what else to call you. Well, since I'm writing this, I might as well give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;If the most diseased mangy dog in the world were to defecate, that excrement would have more intelligence and nobility of character than you have in the crusty fat pinky toe on your stinking left feet. Why you were allowed to reproduce and yield yet another little horror story of a human being into the world I shall never know. Dead skunks are more desirable dinner guests. Your presence is like being slowly eaten by bacteria and being lucid for every hideously painful sensation. &lt;br /&gt;I have been friends with the kind of people you look down upon, (homosexuals, atheists, anyone with an opinion), and you would call them and me evil and backwards. You think hate crimes against homosexuals are acceptable. That in itself speaks of your lack of humanity. You have made a choice to be the idiotic cretins that your are without shame, and yet you complain about not being who you want to be. You hunger for hatred while speaking of love, you glean evil from what could be good, you find filth where there is beauty and you amass it around yourselves then complain about it.&lt;br /&gt;In truth, I no longer have the energy nor the time to hate you. I hope you make better choices, but doubt that you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;(coming up with a snappy nickname as relates to you was not worth my time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-4123230018530697160?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4123230018530697160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=4123230018530697160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/4123230018530697160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/4123230018530697160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-is-bunch-of-fat-slobs.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS A BUNCH OF FAT SLOBS'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-6785410921745023385</id><published>2010-10-27T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:25:43.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO PICKED THE POPULAR GIRL</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt; So you're going out now? With that pretty girl that is just the stupidest thing in this world? Out of all the smart and handsome girls, you pick the popular one. She's tall, skinny, funny, and dumb. That's why she's funny, cause she has nothing in her head but dust. And besides you liked my friend before her. She told me that you asked her out but she had no interest in you. Then you just go and ask that little princess out? Now you're just obsessed with her. Calling her cheesy nicknames and she actually answers back. She calls you "darling" that's just so lame. People call their lovers darling when they're 30 not in their teens. I admit that she has a good personality. But that's all she has, a darn good personality. Peter, I ruined my life because of you.  I felt you slipping away from me. So I started to give up on you I found a new men. He ruined me even more. If you hadn't gone out with her, I would still be happy. Peter you narrow minded fool. You never looked at me. You had this thing for pretty girls though. I know that your bias for those girls with long eyelashs, big eyes, and small faces. So what if I'm not all that? No one's perfect in this world. But I congradulate you Peter. Lucky man you are. But how dare you eat lunch with her today at school. Now all the boys sit with their girlfriends. While I sit alone with the solo fools. I broke up with my boyfriend for you. It's been four months but he still isn't looking at me. But the funny thing is. I don't like you, I'm just mad at you Peter. After breaking up with a man I loved, I cannot love anyone else for a while. I don't get tingly for you. I guess this is the end for my one-sided love. But whenever you feel like it, take a chance on me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love, the lonely girl in sweat pants&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-6785410921745023385?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/6785410921745023385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=6785410921745023385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6785410921745023385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/6785410921745023385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-picked-popular-girl.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO PICKED THE POPULAR GIRL'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-8981871412553172431</id><published>2010-10-27T15:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:25:11.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO STALKED ME</title><content type='html'>I hate you Peter for stalking me. Sending me texts every minute and sending three texts after I sent one. I told you directly that I wanted you to go slow. I didn't want to go on a date with you on the first day we got together. I didn’t want to meet you at all for a month. I made so many excuses but don't you get it? I said I lost my phone and that my laptop was getting fixed. How could you not get that? You are an idiot, no wonder you didn't get into that college. You make me sick. When I look through my inbox I feel like puking. It's even worse than looking at your face. So I met you, you drove me crazy for four days and I finally gave in. We met for less than two hours and I made an excuse to go home. You walked me to my house and I was afraid that the people next door would see your ugly face. I didn't want to give you a hug and kiss but you made me. You indirectly asked me too and my weak heart gave in again. Ew, Peter you are just retarded. I hope you go fuck yourself. So you want to make it clear that you and me are going out? I DON'T want to. I regret ever telling you that I liked you. You know that letter I sent you telling you that I loved you. It wasn't me. My friend sent that because I wanted her too. But you believed her the whole time. You sent a letter back through her. My gawd Peter, you are a true gayass. You know that I swear often but I've never felt like swearing this much. I want to go up to your face and tell you that you are never going to have another girlfriend. And you know what? You fucking liar. You said that you liked me before I told you my feelings? I heard that you asked a girl out before I told. She said no though. I envy her, how could she be so smart? So I'm not sorry that I broke up with you Peter. I'm even more upset that you said indirectly that we'd get married one day. You piece of crap. So you're going to wait till I graduate from high school? You think I want you to? I'm going to get another boyfriend soon, I lied gosh. This is why life is useless without senses. You know, you have no friends. You play with the under classmen and make them laugh. And you’re PROUD of that, what the hell? You suck at everything, an only child with a big mouth. Why don't you stop changing what others say? When in the world did I say that? And stop giving yourself credit for our breakup. It took me 3 freaking months to make up my mind. For 3 long months I've been kissing and messing around with you. I mean why am I so stupid. I have terrible taste in men, so forgive me. But you know Peter, my last boyfriend was way better than you. And I hated him too!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-the Star Freak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-8981871412553172431?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8981871412553172431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=8981871412553172431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8981871412553172431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8981871412553172431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-stalked-me.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO STALKED ME'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-1370711325301515767</id><published>2010-10-27T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:24:47.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS MY GRANDPA</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you. I hate everything about you. Your smile made my day awful. I always hated your jokes. You left her. You left me. You left us. I hate you and I don't need you at all. I can go on all by myself. I hate how you left me and didn't say goodbye. I hate myself for not saying goodbye to a very special person. When I heard, I didn't understand. I ignored it. I didn't realize how much you meant to me. You left me just when I could really look up to you. You left me when I started to mature and learn the real personalities of the elders around me. I hate that you didn't let me learn your personality. The night you left I wasn't there. It kills me now to know that I missed out on you. I hate you because you let my family and your friends know you their whole lives. You weren't in mine long enough. I hate that I didn't know how much I would miss you. You could've been my best friend. I hate you with all my heart, mind, and soul. I hate how you could've taught me all your ways. I'm only 13. I hate how you can't be here to help me with all my problems. I hate how you always yelled at me. But the truth is, I don't hate you. Not one bit. My hate for you is love. I will always love you. I'll miss you. I love you Grandpa. Rest In Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 13 Year Old Grandson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-1370711325301515767?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/1370711325301515767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=1370711325301515767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1370711325301515767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/1370711325301515767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-is-my-grandpa.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS MY GRANDPA'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-510274440461069590</id><published>2010-10-27T15:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:24:16.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS SO PERFECT</title><content type='html'>I hate Peter for being my best friend. I hate him for being perfect. I hate him&lt;br /&gt;for always getting good grades. I hate him for making people think we come as a&lt;br /&gt;pair. I hate him for not giving me my own identity. I hate him for making people&lt;br /&gt;think I'm stupid. I hate him for being the one who people always have a crush&lt;br /&gt;on. I hate him for making me say "being the one" like we're the same person. I&lt;br /&gt;hate him for liking that we're going to different high schools. I hate him for&lt;br /&gt;being more attractive than me. I hate him for making new friends. I hate him for&lt;br /&gt;overreacting. I hate him for moving past our friendship. I hate him for being&lt;br /&gt;athletic. I hate him for sounding like a man. I hate him for thinking he can&lt;br /&gt;sing. I hate him for making me feel bad when I do things he wants to, but can't.&lt;br /&gt;I hate him for always making me feel guilty about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter, we had two really great years of friendship... is what I'd like to be&lt;br /&gt;able to say. We really only had one good year of friendship. One whole year of&lt;br /&gt;us being friends was full of fights (caused by you), crying (caused by YOU), and&lt;br /&gt;silent treatments. (CAUSED. BY. YOU.) We haven't had a good day where we haven't&lt;br /&gt;picked at each others nerves in months. I wish that weren't true, but Peter, I&lt;br /&gt;have new friends, good friends, BEST friends. None of us have fought since the&lt;br /&gt;beginning of our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun... scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice... scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;It's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Peter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-510274440461069590?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/510274440461069590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=510274440461069590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/510274440461069590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/510274440461069590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-is-so-perfect.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS SO PERFECT'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-8898406640797589166</id><published>2010-10-27T15:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:23:49.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO I MET IN SEVENTH GRADE</title><content type='html'>I met you in 7th grade and I hate you and me for that. You were the coolest&lt;br /&gt;person that everyone wanted to be friends with. We were BEST friends. We always&lt;br /&gt;vented to each other. We did the same clubs, hung out with the same people.&lt;br /&gt;Then, in 8th grade, the year started out great! We were still best friends and&lt;br /&gt;we were always with each other! Until YOUR BOYFRIEND invited ME to hang out with&lt;br /&gt;him. We hung out ONCE outside of school and because you got mad at me and him&lt;br /&gt;for the situation, we haven't hung out since. So then I apologized. We let the&lt;br /&gt;whole thing go and were friends again. Until I found out you were pretending the&lt;br /&gt;whole time. We haven't been friends since. I miss you. I miss you more than any&lt;br /&gt;friend I've ever lost. Not because you're popular or I'm jealous that other&lt;br /&gt;people are friends with you, but because you still don't trust me.. That hurts&lt;br /&gt;me everyday. I miss you and I hate you for that, Peter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-8898406640797589166?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8898406640797589166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=8898406640797589166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8898406640797589166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8898406640797589166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-i-met-in-seventh-grade.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO I MET IN SEVENTH GRADE'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-2345075469762869177</id><published>2010-10-27T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:23:29.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO I HAVE LOVED SINCE JUNIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>Dearest Peter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 5 months since you broke up with me. Its been 5 months since you held me as I cried my heart out begging you not to do this. We dated for 3 years. Three brilliant years and you have no tone feeling for me. You want to be my friend. You say... my friend? We can never be friends you son of a bitch. Never. Peter I have loved you since the second you walked in that door in Junior year of highschool. Since that day almost 4 years ago you have been the center of my world... universe. But I was never even a star in yours. I often sit here infront of the computer and write out email after email screaming how much I hate you. But Peter, I can't ever seem to send it. Some part of me is repulsed with the fact that I wish you harm. I hope you crash that beautiful new car of yours, just like the last one. I wish that I could tell your mother, that her perfect little Alter server has had sex more times then I care to count. You say your a good religious child.. but your're not. You're as bad as the rest of us heathens. I wish I could tell your mother, that we have been sleeping in each others bed, after she forebade it, since December of 2007. Wouldn't that make a nice little talk you two would have? More than anything I wish i could tell her about your TWO pregnancy scares. That she was almost made a grandmother TWICE by her barely legal child. But you know why I don't Peter? Do you know why I keep these things to myself? Because I will always have that small hope that you will come back to me. That you will call my phone tell me to look outside, and when I look you will be there. With a beautiful bunch of roses and tell me  how sorry you are. That you love me more than anything in this world.  Realistically though, I know that will never happen. So Peter you have been deleted off my facebook, my phone, and email. Everything you ever gave me is packed away in a box that will be donated to the homeless shelter. I hate you Peter. I hate that I believed you for so long. I hate you so much. I hate you more then anything in this world. I hate you for breaking my heart. I hope your next girlfriend, and the one after that all hate you. Because you are despicable. Worse then any person I have ever met. You played with my heart and now it will never heal. I HATE YOU YOU SON OF A FUCKING BITCH. i hope you get your heart broken. Selfish bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;your 3 year slut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-2345075469762869177?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2345075469762869177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=2345075469762869177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2345075469762869177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/2345075469762869177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-i-have-loved-since.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO I HAVE LOVED SINCE JUNIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-47063210247815670</id><published>2010-10-27T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:22:37.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO KEEPS ME AWAY FROM HER</title><content type='html'>Dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for letting her make me feel crazy. She is the MOST amazing thing in the world to me. I wish i could hold her all thru the night and kiss her beautiful lips. BUT YOU LITTLE FUCK!!!!!!! You take away her freedom with curfews, limits, bribes, and kiss up to her!!! She hates you too!! She can't talk to me because you have no reason at all to take her phone away! You start fights with her and make her cry!!!! You sick FUCK! WHAT THE HELL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Making her feel as though she is not special but she is more than special! She is like a goddess, nothing describes her inner and outter beauty!!! I NEED HER!! She is my best friend who will talk to me about everything and I will tell her everything! BACK THE FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!! She's a teenager and NEEDS freedom!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-47063210247815670?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/47063210247815670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=47063210247815670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/47063210247815670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/47063210247815670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-keeps-me-away-from-her.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO KEEPS ME AWAY FROM HER'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1845741143682702937.post-8118718957064271070</id><published>2010-10-27T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:21:31.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETER WHO IS A BUNCH OF FUCKASSES</title><content type='html'>Dear Peters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you all so much, you have no idea. You are supposed to be my friends, but every time I try to say something, I get ignored. I've hardly known you a month and you've already pissed me off. Can you all not be fuckasses and listen once in a while? I was literally just hanging out with all of you, and every time I tried to say something, you just kept talking. Don't any of you have manners? Yeah, I know I can be quiet, but I wasn't fucking being quiet. I try to ask a question, no one answers. I try to say something, no one seems to care much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What. The. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Peter who is my oh-so-lovable roommate tells me to smile. You just think you're so goddamn great, don't you. Well, how about you go fuck yourself. Don't fucking tell me to smile, you cunt. You're my roommate, not the boss of me, so don't you dare tell me what to do. Just because you don't experience anything other than happiness doesn't mean you can stop me from experiencing emotions. I'm sorry I'm inferior to you, oh great, almighty douche bag. I'm only human, so deal with it, bitch. And the rest of you are complete jerks: druggies who try to get some from me, flakes, self centered man whores, and conceited little brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is, I'll still be friends with all of you. I'll still be there when you need me, when you need to borrow my clothes because you don't have enough shorts, and when you need someone to listen to you, even though you never listen to me. And I hate myself for it. I wish I could just tell you all off, but I can't, because then my life would just rip apart at the seams. I'm stuck here in this shit hole with all of you, and I guess I have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;you know the fuck who.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1845741143682702937-8118718957064271070?l=ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/feeds/8118718957064271070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1845741143682702937&amp;postID=8118718957064271070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8118718957064271070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1845741143682702937/posts/default/8118718957064271070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihateyoupeter.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-peter-who-is-bunch-of-fuckasses.html' title='I HATE PETER WHO IS A BUNCH OF FUCKASSES'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17044387201324189207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
