I HATE PETER WHO IS AN UGLY SKET

Dear peter,

STOP GOING OVER MY BOYFRIENDS HOUSE YOU UGLY SKET.

thanks peter, your the best dickmunch

I HATE PETER WHO IS BUNCH OF BULLIES

Dear group of peters,

go away please. you bullied me for like 3 years. you called me names. you tried to start fights with me. you burnt my clothes. and why? because you didn't like the LOOK of me.
you fucking peter whores. you don't even know me and yet you still judged me. Even though i was only like 13! you made school shit for me. you didn't like that i stood up for myself, so you're bullying just got worse. and what i hate the most about you twits is that ONE of you didn't like the look of me, and then all you other fuckers just followed their lead. you didn't even know me! but the funny thing is that i could beat all your grimmmmmey, sketty, chavy asses any day.

so, lets see why you didn't like me. you said i was a slag. excuse me, but i hadn't even touched a boy at that point? and all of you were getting drunk and fucking any boy you saw? fuck you group of peters.

i'm so much better than you'll ever be you disgusting skets. and FYI, you need to sort your makeup out. and your clothes. and your whole exsistence really :)

I HATE PETER WHO IS A LITTLE WHORE-BITCH

Dear Peter,
Why are you such a little whore-bitch! I can't believe your mum doesnt know your a minor prostitute yet. I know you have a thing for creepy guys who have girlfriends, but i saw on television that you can get genital warts from that. Your face used to be really nice but now i feel like all those sexually transmitted diseases have dragged it down a little. your nose is very prominent.

I really dont like you. At all. But ill keep talking to you. hehe.
Although im never going to france with u again, what a bitch

Congratualions, you made it onto my hitlist.
And by the way i dont care about your dog. i hated it, it was a rat.
i wish some farmer would set their hounds on you motherfucker.

merry christmas, i hope you get the plague and disintergrate.
From Crazybitchblondegirl

I HATE PETER WHO FUCKED HER BEST FRIEND'S BOYFRIEND

Dear Peter,

why does everyone love you? You fucked your best friends boyfriend, ALOT. people didn't like you for what? a day?! and then everyone just loveddddd you again. you get all ths attention from boys, and you don't even try. maybe its because they know you'll take down your pants for anyone. you don't give a shit about school yet you still get good grades. wtf is up with that? you get invited everywhere and i don't even know why. go away peter.

yours sincerely,

mrs gofuckyourself

I HATE PETER WHO IS ALWAYS SO SHITTING NICE

Hello Peter. Fuck you. I hate you so deeply, and have done so since the very first time I laid eyes upon your annoying little head. I hate you for:
-being perfect
-pretending to be my friend
-having perfect porcelain skin
-having all the other Peters love you and admire you without you even noticing it
-not returning my calls
-buying me expensive gifts so that I can not possibly give you back something half as nice
-being funny
-being skinny
-having everyone talking about you like you are fucking Peter or something
-making me so insanely jealous (wich makes me hate myself for feeling jealous even though it is not my fault. I BLAME YOU PETER
-always being so shitting nice
-never EVER leave a smell after pooping. never.

so well yeah. fuck you. go to hell and burn slowly in the oven of satan.
oh and also I know the day of ultimate Peter-showdown will come and I hope it shall be soon. BRING. IT. ON :)

yours forever, because I have no choice,
the short fat one with pimples that's always to your right

I HATE PETER WHO IS ME

Peter.
I have to tell you that ive had enough of feeling fat and ugly and that life will never start.. I HATE YOU!! why do u always hold me back from doing what i want to - what i NEED to do?! i really thought that after summer, it was all good, i thought i knew myself.. but then you peter! i go back home look in the mirror, and yes. its still peter i see every day. i know im never going to be rid of you peter. but im trying, because if i stop trying.. i know i'll never get anywhere.
But peter, i promise you - i am stronger than you think.
- Me.

I HATE PETER WHO IS MY BROTHER

dear peter,
fuck you.
fuck you and everything you stand for.
you pretentious prick.
you fight against people who are arrogant so much but you are the most self obsessed person i know.
everyone is against you and its everyones fault.
maybe smashing a whole in my family's fucking wall will make it better?
fuck you peter.
fuck you for destroying my family, getting me kicked out because i did an act a 100th times smaller than every time you have wronged me.
fuck you peter,
you drug-fucked pathetic little man.
fuck you for ruining my 15th birthday.

but its OK for you to be a complete dick isn't it? because you sit around all day in your dark room playing my guitar, plucking your shitty music.
you think playing fucking smoke on the water over and over with different kinds of distortion on is cool?
fuck you peter.
how dare you fucking judge me for wearing a singlet because its fucking hot.
'fuck you, your such a footy jock'
FUCK YOU PETER.
your so great aren't you? because you listen to the blues when your only 17? and you drink coffee all day?
and you magically produce a fucking english accent out of your ass when you want to be an intellectual.

FUCK YOU PETER
FUCK YOU, YOU PRETENTIOUS FUCKING KNOB.

I HATE PETER WHO NEVER LOVED ME

I LOVE YOU PETER

I don't hate you for killing me inside. I don't hate you for causing all the pain and hurt you left me with. I don't hate you for forgetting me. I don't hate you for saying "There's no one else for me" and then moving on. I don't hate you for saying "I'll be back in an hour" And then coming back the next day.

I don't hate you for any of these things.

I hate you Peter. I hate you so much Peter. I hate you, for making me love you.

I loved you Peter. I loved you and I thought you loved me. I still love you. I know now that you never loved me.

I still love you. I still love you. I still love you. I still love you.

You don't love me. You don't love me. You don't love me.

Maybe someday if I ever get used to that. I'll be able to stop loving you.

And that is why I hate you Peter.
Because I love you, and you don't love me.

I HATE PETER WHO UNTAGGED HIMSELF FROM ALL OF OUR PHOTOS

Dear Peter you mother fucking cunt

I have just realised how freaking angry I am with you, you worthless scum! How dare you untag yourself from all of our photos how can you be embarrased of being with me compared to the average girls you are getting with now? You are not that freaking sexy or attractive and even if you were slightly good looking your attitude and awful personality are such a turn off! You think that you can call up girls and get sex whenever you want but you know you are WRONG! The more you muck eople around the more people start to hate you and think that you are scum! Your penis is not big either so stop thinking that you are a god because you freaking aren't! I do not know when, why or how you turned into this shitty person but you need to get the fuck over yourself because it is not hot! I can not believe I went out with you and I hope that you put on heaps of weight on your shitty holiday and that no girls want to have sex with you ever again! What happened to only wanting to have sex when it meant something haha you were just lying to yourself buddy. GROW UP AND THINK ABOUT HOW OTHER PEOPLE FEEL YOU MOTHERFUCKING FAGGOT SCUM MAGGOTFACE

From me - your ex girlfriend who will never have sex with you again and who is more gorgeous and sexier than ever!

I HATE PETER WHO IS MY MUM

Dear Peter, I fucking hate you.

Although your (peter) my mum, sometimes i hate you because you can't see we are the same, and that all i want is you to be there like dad is for you. Because you know what? we are both the same. We both have depression whether you like it or not. Maybe it's because you feel guilty that you have passed it onto me, or maybe you just can't see that you contradict yourself everytime you try to give me tips.

'You need to eat', yes peter, but you can't say that because only the other day you wouldn't eat, and made yourself ill and sick for days effecting us all. I was the only one there for my sister and brother when you upset dad so much, i wanted to kill myself to see him hurting so much. You and him both left us went out the house. Not only that before you left you blamed me and said that 'everything isn't always about me' when i asked you to go upstairs to cry instead off effecting us downstairs as we were upset enough already. and you know what? it was then that brother and sister started to cry, because of the way you treated and spoke to me, when i was being brave and unselfish. We didn't know where you had gone or when you were coming back. I though dad had gone to kill himself, i really did. I have never felt so lost or lonely in my life. I didn't know what to do, with us three all crying being the eldest i had to be there for them, as you weren't going to. I made dinner, i went to them all individually and hugged them and were them for them till they stopped crying and smiled. I couldn't answer when they said 'what is happening', because i didn't no myself. We were scared. That effected me, and all i can see that you did to repent this is to give us all full pocket money, when i was the only one to do my jobs that week. Not only that, you really think money is the answer ?! I felt unloved and still do.

So when you both returned home you know what i did? i tried to act like you did when i was upset and down. As you sat there crying into dad's lap for hours i went in and said 'you have to stop crying, everything has passed and crying reliving it isn't going to help' and got angry with you. And dad told me off. But you know what? I realized that that is what you do to me when i get sad. You get angry with me. You make me feel guilty that i am sad. You call me selfish and tell me how much i effect everyone and that i only think about myself. When all i actually do is think about the people i effect and the people i care about. I go to my room when i'm upset so i don't make everyone else upset. Whereas you just cry all round the house. So i spoke to you about how you treat me when i am upset. and you agreed that maybe, you didn't do the right think. But did you change? NO.

So for the last few days i have been feeling very low. It's almost Christmas and i want to be happy. I want everyone to be happy. And i am trying I promise you. But you know what? i can't. I just wanted you to be there today. I was in my room crying, and i couldn't stop - just like you the other day. And what do you do? you come hours after and hug me and say 'you have to stop crying'. I don't remember dad telling you that, i remember him holding you, just being there for, not ordering you. And then you say ' what more do you want me to do?' and i say 'just be there for me like dad is for you'. But instantly you say we aren't the same and it can not be compared. But you know what? i am comparing. because ITS THE SAME. Oh yes, i forget, there is a difference, you take tablets for it, you have had counselling for it. I don't feel comfortable having counselling yet because i am not confident to do it. I am much younger than you. You are 39 and me 15. You then walk out my room and leave me because i am not stopping crying. And I am left alone. Again. I then go downstairs and am about to go out on a walk when you say i can't. But actually i can. And i realize now that i do this only because that is what you do. I am copying how you got better and happier, but there is a difference. I don't have that person ready to hold me forever until i am okay. If you saw this then you could be there. But your not and can't accept this.

so now, you have just come upstairs and said that i have to have dinner which is what i said to you a week ago, and did you have it ? no. But i have to. and no i won't eat because i am not hungry. This is a visous circle and i am stuck in the middle of it. I am so confused because i have no role model and no one to get me out. I am alone. And peter, i hate you for that. I don't no what to do. Dad can't understand cause he doesn't have depression and you said yourself he doesn't understand why we want to kill ourselves. But you, you could help. But i think you are scared to. But i need you i really do.

I have to go now, but i could write so so much more, about how you leave me alone, but how i can't fight alone and i need you. This is just one reason why i hate you peter. Try to treat me like you are treated, try to help me like you are helped. You just make me feel worse and unloved. I have no one to go to. you have granny and dad. i have no one. And i cope like this. Its christmas and i just want everyone to be happy. But this Christmas, i know i won't be.

From Me - someone who cannot cope anymore but wants to.

I HATE PETER WHO IS A GOLD DIGGING WHORE

Dear Peter,
In case you were too caught up in your world of yoga and agnosticism, you are gold digging whore. A home wrecking gold digging whore who isn't even competent enough to put up a fucking Christmas tree! It was two Christmases ago that my stepmother called me crying because she found out about you. You are worse than the Grinch who stole Christmas. At least he gave it back. And he wasn't a pathetic gold digging home wrecking whore. Sure we weren't happy, but what family really is? You don't take another family's husband/father, its fucked up. He didn't belong to you you stupid bitch. Plus his kids are older than you!! How doesn't that upset you?! How does that seem healthy/ok/right?! Peter you are a fucking self-righteous bitch. And now I am told that I have to buy you a Christmas present? You have got to be kidding me! You don't deserve one. The only thing in life you deserve is AIDS and a lot of other VD's in the meantime. You are unbelievably smug and incapable of realizing what a bad person you are. You shouldn't be able to show your face in public, but you do time after time. You want us kids to respect you and be nice??? What gives you the right to ask anything from us? I can't believe I have to buy you a present........
~Blue Christmas

I HATE PETER WHO IS DOWN RIGHT BITCHY

I hate you Peter, becuz when i trusted you, you broke that trust.
I told you everything there was to tell and you told him.
HOW DARE YOU?
that was just DOWN RIGHT BITCHY
and it's not just ME who thinks so, so do our-scratch that-so do MY friends.
that bitch little "oops" after you told him
I will NEVER EVER forgive you for that
Me and him, we were so close and you broke us apart
we were brother and sister and you tore us apart
it broke my heart in 2
at first i thought it had merely slipped out
by NO it was NOT a mistake
it was A STUPID SELF-ABSORBED BITCHY thing to do!
you told him i "LOVED" him
that you thought it was me
well guess what?
FUCK YOU!
and btw, i dont think your bf likes you
we talk all the time
hes a great guy who cares for ME not YOU
so SUCK ON THAT BITCH!
FUCK YOU PETER!
for breaking my trust and being an idiot
just fuck off and leave me alone

I HATE PETER WHO IS A RACIST PIG

Peter,
I hate you. I fucking hate you. You're an overweight, ugly, stupid, fat fat fat guy who will die a virgin. You asshole! How DARE YOU fucking call me " [insert ethnicity] girl!" EXCUSE ME, I HAVE A FUCKING NAME. So you either call me by that, or you don’t fucking talk to me at all. YOU DAMN CHIPMUNK I HATE YOUR FUCKING GUTS!!! You’re so immature! Don’t fucking talk to me EVER again, you asshole, because you don’t deserve to even talk to me. R-E-S-P-E-C-T, THAT’S WHAT I WANT YOU PATHETIC SON OF A BITCH! JUST BECAUSE IM ____ DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE THAT. YOU STUPID WANGSTER, ROLL UP YOUR SLEEVES AND SHAVE YOUR HEAD! YOU’D LOOK BETTER WITH A SLUG ON YOUR FACE, YOU RACIST PIG!!! Crawl into a hole and die, you son of a bitch. Fuck you, fuck you, ‘n fuccckkkk you.

With hate,
You-Need-Braces

I HATE PETER WHO LIVES IN THE PAST

I hate you peter for all the lies and the shit life you have and the pretending!! I hate that i loved you when you are an alcoholic,insensible,too proud,a fucking bastard,irresponsible, and the list goes on...I hate you peter for not being you!what happened with you??you were different when i first met you,you were lovable ,funny even good...now only your fucking looks it's all that you have!!! I hate you peter for what you become! I hate you for not listen to me when i wanted to tell you all my feelings, I hate you for not having patience at all , i hate you for being so fucking worst in the mornings !! WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH YOU?? I HATE YOU PETER for all the hurt you cause me ,all the years i thought you will change .You are a fucking liar and you live i a life in your head and i hate you peter that you live in the past and you don't pass over once it for all. I HATE YOU PETER that you don't appreciate the persons that are still by you side and you think you are the best race of humans that don't deserve you when you are a really loser and you don't have even a job and you drink every fucking day starting in the morning and so on. I really really hate for not letting me to show you how i really felt and that you cause me so much pain .I hate you peter because i know that you will never get out of my head.

I HATE PETER WHO RUINS ANY CHANCE I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING DECENT WITH MY LIFE

I hate you Peter! My life is shit as it is, but you have to make it that much worse, because every time something good happens to me you have to fuck it up! Anytime I get the chance to do something decent with my life you have to ruin that chance for me! I fucking have you for it! You have no idea how far you push me, you think you do things for my own good much you just make everything that much worse! Peter, I fucking hate you!

I HATE PETER WHO BROKE MY HEART

Dear Peter,

I hate you for breaking my heart.

From, Me.

I HATE PETER WHO ONLY TRUSTS HER BOYFRIEND

i don't hate you peter.
as a person your pretty nice but i hate what you do!
DON'T be all like ahh we're best friends, we tell each other everything! and then say the only person you trust and tell everything to is your boyfriend! fine, let him be the only one you tell your sorry excuses for "problems" too.

just don't come running to me when he says your shallow, self centred and don't notice other people or their problems...

CAUSE HE IS TELLING THE TRUTH!.

enraged englishman.

I HATE PETER WHO IS BLOODY 22 YEARS OLDER THAN ME

Dear Peter,
You've ruined my entire life. You have put me into total depression. You have made me lose everyone and everything, and even myself. Fuck you, fuck you so much! I hate you, I hate you so fucking much. You haven't just ruined my life, you've ruined others too. You are never happy until eveyone around you are hurt. You are the biggest liar I have ever known, but you are also the worst. Everyone can see right through you, you're a fake. You're a lie. EVERYONE hates you! You have lost everyone, yet you've also made me lose everyone! I'm bloody 22 years younger than you, and you've managed to fucking ruin my life, and you've also walked out on me. You have given up on me. You have caused so much shit, that everyone else has given up on me. You do not undertand how depressed I am. I hope your fucking happy, you've caused this. You deserve to die. I hate you, go fuck yourself, I don't care about you.

Cheers.

I HATE PETER WHO DRESSES LIKE A GRANDMOTHER

FUCK, I hate you!!! Every single thing about you! I hate the sounds that eminate from you. Can you not eat without making any sounds??? Can you just stop eating? You're a fat bitch, but yet you stuff your ugly fucking face day in and day out with fucking junk food and then tell us about how you're trying to lose weight! You are the bane of my existence! I hate having to come to work and be in the same building as you. You dress like a fucking grandmother! You're god damn awful to look at!! I've seen homeless people dress better! You're a spoilt fat brat! And to top it all off, you're STUPID! The only reason you're here is because you cant get back into varsity and your father called in a fucking favour because nobody else will hire your ugly over-fucking-weight stupid ass! Do the world a favour and stop breathing.

I HATE PETER WHO SITS AT HOME ALL DAY AND NIGHT PLAYING GAMES

dear peter
you are one fucking son of a bitch ya know that right i mean god damn it man. i cant just be sitting in health class playing games not really giving a shit about what the teacher saying because it does not fucking matter and you will be staring at me computer looking at it saying damn dude you suck at that game and all i really wana do is say fuck you bitch go to hell just because i dont sit at home all day and night playing stupid games like you do because you are a stupid son of a bitch with no life. and i fucking hate you god damn you to hell ugh the dude who sits next to you in health class

I HATE PETER WHO SITS NEXT TO ME AT THE COMPUTERS!

I hate you peter who sits next to me at the computers. All you do is moan and moan about how little work you've done even though your well ahead of the rest of us!!! You look at random dresses and talk past me!! I hate you even though i dont hate you because you are my friend!! I hate you for distracting my game of tanks when i was about to win against the person of the other side of me. You make me soooo sick peter because you are not that bad to sit next to and yet I am still writing this letter.

From,

Me the Peter hating/non-hating guy in the computer room!

I HATE PETER WHO MAKES OUT WITH HER BOYFRIEND PETER ALL THE TIME

Dear Peter,

I hate you. Plain and simple. We've been friends for awhile, but in the past year or so you've become an absolute bitch. YOU'VE CHANGED! You are NOT the Peter you once were, not matter how much you deny it, I know you've changed and you've changed a lot. You complain over ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! You're fake, I can see it. You fake laugh, fake cry, fake compliment, fake EVERYTHING. You may think I can't see through your games, but oh, don't worry I CAN, BITCH. Peter, you've forgotten your old friends, moved on to your new little Peters who you brag about incessently. "Oh, I can't go to the mall with you, I've got to hang out with Peter, who I love sooo much more than you." DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER ALL OF THE PROMISES WE MADE, ALL OF THE SECRETS WE SHARED, PETER? What happened to bff's? You always choose your new boyfriend and all of your little Peters over me. I hope your boyfriend fucking dumps your little Peter ass. Oh, by the way, could you and him STOP FUCKING MAKING OUT ALL THE FUCKING TIME! I JUST GOT OUT OF A RELATIONSHIP DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT FUCKING HURTS, PETER?! NO ONE IS AS OBNOXIOUS AS YOU. GET THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR LITTLE FANTASY WORLD AND FACE. THE. FUCKING. FACTS. Oh yeah, and stop thinking you're so much better than everyone, cause you're not. You may get everything YOU fucking want Peter, but some of us actually have to WORK FOR IT SO STOP BITCHING ABOUT HOW PETER IS SPOILED, PETER. Goddamn, I wish you'd just get out of my life already.

Love,
Your ex-bff

I HATE PETER WHO IS TOO OVERWEENING

I Hate u, I Hate u, I Hate u!
How dear u?
I loved u.. I really did...And so do I now!
I thought we would be a perfect couple.. But u did ur way.. Ok, I hope it's better for u..
however I do care for u...
And I want u to be happy....
OK. Heartbreaker...
I Hope...
U know, I'm crying in the inside of my heart.. Happy? I think no.. I love u so...haaah..i hate it. I Hate!
U see, I don't want to see u.. I can't stand ur jokes..stupid jokes. hehe.
I can't stand that u're too overweening. come to the Earth. Dull.

Now I don't say what things I like in u..
Cause u torment me.

Good Luck, Peter, and have so fun.

I HATE PETER WHO KISSED ME AND SHIT

i hate you peter for making me fall for you then kissing me and shit then fucking going off with my best friend i mean who in there messed up mind does that and i would just like to mention that there is some people in this world other than you AND YOU DONT HAVE TO COMNTROLL EVERYTHING THAT FUCKING GOES ON sooo go fuck fucky fuckity your self xoxo

I HATE PETER AND PETER AND PETER AND PETER AND PETER

Hey all you Peters I work with,
Get off your asses and pull your own goddamn weight!!!!
I am tired of being there forty five minutes after we should be
because you all are to lazy to move your asses. And then you complain
about the amount of hours you work. Guess fucking what? I am scheduled
to work 34 hours a week, but with you slow ass dumb bitches it always
turns to 38! And I go to school full time (16 fucking credits)! so the
next time you want to fucking complain that you have to work 24 hours
this week, stuff it.
And god forbid you work weekends. You got a job at the fucking mall,
what the fuck did you expect??? The last time i had a weekend off was
my sister's graduation, who lives eleven states away, five fucking
months ago. And i am getting sick and tired of seeing you dumbass hoes
standing around chatting, fold a fucking table while you do that? Are
you so goddamn slow in the head you can't move your hands and mouth at
the same time? You sure can for a fucking boy!
And I am sick and tired of hearing about your boyfriend. I don't care
what he did, what he didn't remember, or how he likes to suck on your
toes in the bedroom. Scratch the last one, that was hilarious when you
said that. But still, I am tired of listening to your 7th grade
bullshit about boys and how you need one to validate your life.
So in conclusion, shut your fat trap, quite complaining, start
working or fucking quit already. I've outlasted four assistant
managers, two co-mangers, two store managers, and countless stupid
fucking girls like you. I've been there longer then you will even
think about being there, so show my goddamn respect or I will make it
living hell for you.
Sincerely yours,
The HBC (Head Bitch in Charge)

I HATE PETER WHO MAKES ME HATE PETER

i hate you peter.
i hate you for making me hate you.
i don't want to hate you, but somewhere along the line you fucked up, and now i'm fucked up.
and whats really fucked up is that i feel bad about being fucked up, because i know you feel bad about fucking me up.
but you did. and i hate you. and i hate that i have to un-fuck myself. its exhausting, and sometimes i just don't want to.
and i hate myself for sometimes not wanting to un-fuck myself. i hate you peter, because you made me hate myself.
this is your fault, and you should have to fix it, but you can't. and i hate you, because i know you would, if you could.
fuck you peter, fuck both of you. i hate you.

I HATE PETER WHO QUOTES "THE L WORD"

Dear Peter,
You're the only person on earth that makes me nervous enough that I can't speak my mind to you. Well, I'm going to be straight up. There is something seriously wrong with you. Who agrees to be in a relationship with someone if they don't want to be? You say relationships "aren't your thing" (which is straight out of The L Word, might I add), yet you spent a year wanting me to break up with my boyfriend so I could be with you. So I ask you out. You say yes, then you ignore me. I spent a month wondering if you liked me or not because you never wanted to see me. You told me you really liked me, I just make you nervous. Bullshit. You just didn't want to be with me. You know, a legitimate answer would've been, "sorry, I like you a lot, but I don't really do relationships." or if you don't like me at all it could've been, "sorry, but I don't do relationships." You may be the most amazing and beautiful girl I have ever met, but you're also the most heartless. Thanks for wasting my time.
Sincerely,
The Girl You'll Regret Leaving

I HATE PETER WHO IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

Aaaarrrgh. OMG I hate you Peter!!!!!!

Why do I have to sit here looking at your stupid head everyday? Why?

You use me and abuse me whenever you like and dammit you then go back to your husband.

Oh yeah you tell me you love me and that I am sooooooo special but you take from me what you can get and then toss me aside.

Yes I should know better but you are far too pretty to ignore. Even with your stupid hair tied back and your glasses on you are pretty. God I hate you Peter. Why can't you be ugly!!!!!!!

Angry in Yorkshire, UK.

I HATE PETER WHO SHOULD GET A LIFE AND GROW A BACKBONE

Dear Peter,

Get a life. Seriously. And grow a backbone. Learn how to accept criticism. Stop hiding behind your insecurities and excuses. You're only doing a disservice to yourself. I'm tired of lecturing you, Peter. Unless you want to turn into a 40 year old virgin living in your parent's basement, spending your whole life on the internet while you get fatter and fatter, you'd better stop sniveling and listen to some good advice. And stop lying. If you were really happy with your life, you wouldn't have had to make up an attractive, sociable female persona and all her friends so you could have some semblance of a social life.

I HATE PETER WHO HAS STUPID GINGER HAIR

Dear Peter,

You met me right after I had been hurt by others. You said you were different. You made me feel alive and happy like no one else did. I let you in, I showed my real self for once. Every little thing you did made me fall for you faster. I rubbed your stupid ginger hair like a dog, because it made you smile. Because of you, I didn't hate the male race anymore, I thought there were nice guys that existed.

Then you left, and dissapointed me. I am hurt and you don't even know it. Each night I lay in my bed, and stare at my phone, hoping you will call.

You didn't.

You said things weren't over, that we would see eachother. You said that you cared about me, that you have never felt like this. Holding me, you begged me not to be sad. College wasn't suppose to change you, but it did. Since I drove away, I havent seen you since. I've tried to visit, you don't want to see me. We don't talk. I feel like I have been punched in the heart and can't breathe. I thought you wouldn't hurt me like all the others, but it turns out you are worse. I never wanted to be hurt all over again. And while I am sitting in my stupid hometown sad, you are off at college having a great time. I don't think you even remember me or would recognize me if I passed you on the street.

Peter, fuck you. You dissapointment. And what I hate most about you is the fact that I still love you. I fucking hate the fact that I look at your pictures and my stomach turns. I hate you for taking up time in my thoughts each day. I hate that if you knocked on my door right now, I would try to make it work after how much you have hurt me.

With Love,
Nieve little girl

I HATE PETER WHO MAKES ME CRY EVERY DAY

HAPPY ANNI FUCKEN VERSARY PETER!!! I hate you peter for making me cry every day!! I hate that tomorrow is our anniversary and you didn't plan shit for it, I did!! THEN YOU Invite your stupid friend and his whore wife on our FIRST ANNIVERSARY!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!!???? I HATE THAT YOU GO OUT OF YOUR WAY TO SHOW How much you don't give a shit, yet every time I want to leave you, you keep me by force!! I hate that I have to write to some other peter..

I HATE PETER WHO WON'T LET ME SEE MY FAMILY

Dear Peter,

I just have to tell you that even though there have been times when
you have been so loving and caring towards me. I will never forget the
times where you have been incredible insensitive and everything has
been about you. I mean you have done some shitty things to me and my
baby. I fucking can't stand you at times. I don't even understand what
the fuck my smart ass is doing with you. I deserve the world and
greatness you give me nothing like that. You give me a world full of
hate and anger. Jealousy and resentment. You won't even let me see my
own fucking family. When you know if it were your day off and you had
some date your stubborn ass would go any where with the dumb bitch. I
am making one of the biggest mistakes of my life by still letting
ymsel ffall in love with you. I know you are not good for me. You are
just like your dad. He's rude and treats your mother like a slave. You
are the typical mexican male.
We are 11yrs apart and I can't believe I'm letting my life be led by
you. You say you want me gone but still here I am. Dealing with shit.
Yea its my choice because I want to make this work and I think we are
good together if you let it but no you'd rather just fucking push me
away I know deep down you still mourn for me and want me in your life
but you'd rather just be out there looking for what.
I am a god damn slave to you. I cook clean watch the kids and fuck you
even after you got home from some bitches house. You can fuck me any
way you like and I have no say it.
Whenever wherever.
Its so stupid.
you thin Im this cheating bitch but when the day comes and I prove
your ass wrong I will feel so much better about this whole
relationship. I mean I won't feel like I was in the wrong anymore. You
say you are just my provider righhhhhhhhhhht. Trust me if I want to
screw other people I'd be doing it right now. I don't want to say I
hate you but you have had your moments where I cant stand you.
You ahve it so wrapped in your head that, I am this party animal tell
me when the quack do I party. SERIOUSLY! I have only partied when I
got with you. You are the one that has this whole idea about party
party party. . . You even say things like how youd party when ever you
want to.
God and me convincing you all the time. Its not convincing you its
letting you know how I feel about you. Its letting you know I hope for
change and just because I can't change miraculously doesnt mean I wont
ever.
You can be with who ever you want. And I would still love you. I am
stupidly and romantically in love with you. You are my lover and I
hate that!

I HATE PETER WHO IS EMPTY, NOTHING, A BLACK HOLE

Dear Peter,

I hate you. The word hate burns me so much to say it, but I do. Oh, how I have a fire that burns behind my eyes whenever I see your face painted in my mind. You've ruined me, Peter. You knew that I have an everlasting search for men only for the reason that it's hard to find anyone these days worth giving my time to. We both clearly know that I could have plenty of idiotic guys to myself in a heartbeat, yet I somehow was set on you. We had so much in common. I made you smile and you made me laugh. But beyond your good looks and charming way, you were my downfall.

You've lied to me multiple times, Peter. Remember that one time when we we agreed to hang out? We said we'd pick a spot half way between us (we lived less than an hour away from each other) and we'd have fun and talk just for a few hours. Do you also remember telling me after I had driven for half an hour that you didn't own a car? Way to go Peter, way to fucking go. Do you also remember the time that you sent me a text saying, "ur my girlfriend :]"? Or perhaps the next morning when you told me that your real girlfriend found that message and questioned you about it? I didn't talk to you for months Peter, I was so upset that you couldn't be upfront with me. We both know I wasn't in search of a relationship, but the principle (whether between boyfriend and girlfriend or just as friends) remains the same. I'm an incredibly understanding person and you violated my respect.

A few weeks passed and I receive a few texts basically stating that you had broken up with your girlfriend so that you could talk to me exclusively. I was enthralled. Well, months of talking on the internet, texting, and a few phone calls passed: I got over that incident and finally got the chance to see you before you moved away. I was nervous. I was excited. I was unknowing. Yea, we had fun for a few hours after I drove all that way to see you, despite the fact that I knew I was risking a lot. I knew that you were moving and I figured, "This is it. This is my last chance." Peter, we had so much fun! And you know it too. I made you laugh so damn hard and I'm quite certain that you were completely in shock to see me in person. You even admitted that my pictures served me no justice. Then, I got suckered in. In my excitement, we kissed and thoroughly fooled around until the late evening. That night, I felt as if I had just found the start of something novel and wonderful. In fact, a few days later, you even invited me to spend Thanksgiving with you. Yes, you offered to pay my way and fly me out to New York just to be with you for the holiday. (Bet you still didn't tell her that, did you?) My emotions had never been so stoked in my life. But, I'll be the first to say that I can be an emotionless girl that has no interest in a large number of men who've courted me.

Oh Peter.. then all hell broke loose.. I got a random e-mail from a woman, questioning my name. When I replied and asked who she was, I got a message saying, "I'M PETER'S FUCKING FIANCE!!!!!!!"

My dear Peter, now when I think of you, only hate comes to mind and tears come to my eyes. Quickly, I apologized for the inconvenience and told her that she'd never hear from me again. What made this whole nasty situation worse is that even though both your fiance and I knew of each other, I later found out that you STILL tried to talk to BOTH of us. In my brief conversations with your fiance, who is very nice by the way, I found out that you've pulled this kind of shit with about eight other girls. :] Was I embarrassed? Yes. Humiliated? Yes. Destroyed? Oh yes. You've managed to take my good name and slather it upon the floor with those messy little hands of yours. Your fiance said, "the only difference between you and the other girls is that I knew that he liked you." Apparently, she had read read some internet conversations and/ or text messages and made that conclusion.

Well within conversations between your fiance and me, I found out quite a bit about you which I intend to list...
1. You proposed to her multiple times.
2. ..Most of those times, you were drunk.
3. You're headstrong and aggressive.
4. You never broke up with her.
5. You're pretty much an alcoholic.

You deleted me from myspace. You claimed to have deleted her. We played "he said, she said" game for a few days. This was by far the most childish thing I've done in quite a long time. Still, I wanted to keep you around for some odd reason, despite the sticky situation. After you claimed that she was out for good, we had a few brief conversations. In one of these conversations, you vividly stressed that you liked me. You even explained how you wouldn't have cheated on her with just anybody that night. In fact, you said, "that night when we hung out i wouldnt have cheated on her with anybody except one particular person who decided to come hang out. and i didnt rly think i was with her anymore. but i still would have turned any1 else away..except for one person who has left a lasting impression on me since the very first time i talked to her and absolutely blew me away when i met her in person." I even got a confession from you Peter.. After you tried to patch things up with both of us at the same time, you were persistent to try and keep the marriage plans alive by asking her to stay with you. When I asked you what she thought about that idea you said,"She disagreed. and the worst part is i kno deep down i dont mean it. but i hate hurting her. i just try to make her happy when i kno in the long run i'm gonna hurt her." You didn't even apologize Peter. I had to make you say sorry. And even so, it was the most half-assed attempt I've ever encountered. I decided not to talk to Peter for a few days.. Even though we were still in contact with each other, I was still upset that he played me for a fool and lied to me multiple times. I even went to check up on you via the internet because I wasn't ready to speak to you directly Peter. Yet, I saw that you managed to woo your ex-fiance. Awesome. You've found "love" yet once again, and I'm tossed to the trash. A person can only take so much, Peter.

Call me stupid, call me gullible. But, it was out of my good-will that I wanted to keep you around, Peter. I wanted a friend. I even befriended your fiance and even had the decency to flaunt my tattered yet good name and invited her out for an evening. ..You're a piece of shit Peter and I hope the whole world knows it. I'm not one to go ahead and put people on blast but yooooou've fucking earned it. In fact, you should be proud that I even took the time to stay up late and write this about you, Peter. You're nothing but a little fuck and that's all that you'll ever be. I hope you realize that your fiance is a much better person than you are, and I really hope that you take good care of her. I also wish that if.. no, not "if".. WHEN you fuck up again, she'll be wise to finally just let you go. You put her through that shit eight times. EIGHT FUCKING TIMES. Peter, you're such a conniving douchebag. I can't believe that you suckered me in more than once you fucking cunt. Even if you did like me, or even if you actually wanted to be with me, I'm glad you were a lazy fuck about it..otherwise, I would have been the one played for an idiot eight fucking times. You are such a fucking tool, and I don't mean that lightly.

Peter dear, you are below me. You are empty, you are nothing, you are a black hole. You are garbage, you are sick, and most of all, a mistake. I don't hate you for the person that you are, only for the shitty decisions you consistently make without hesitation. You're non-existent to me. I feel the need to personally e-mail this to you and I really hope that you show this to your fiance. In fact, it'd be the best thing to do, but I'd figure that you won't since you get your jollies when you keep secrets from her. I'm done with you. My hands are washed clean, too bad you can't say the same. Just remember one thing, Peterpooz... don't flatter yourself anymore, it's not cute. :}

I HATE PETER WHO HAS A MOLE, A MOUSTACHE AND IS BALDING

Dear Peter,
After 5 years of friendship your still fucking the same, but worse. Honestly I've never met someone more self absorbed and inconsiderate than you yet I can't hate you because your pathetic really, and even though you barely let me in to your life anymore I cant say no when you need me, because I care about you and don't want you to hurt. I don't know wether I can put up with it without saying anything to you, how can you be putting more effort in to this relationship with that arrogant player thats never going to go anywhere and in fact any guy that shows you any interest than you have ever put in to our friendship? How can you expect me to just turn around and smile at you whilst you ignore all my texts to be on the phone to him for hours on end? I can't stand the pitying looks and the way you pout at yourself in the mirror anymore- your not that brilliant you know?, you have a mole, a moustache and are balding by the way.
Fuck you and your fucking friendship Peter,
Love, Indignant in England.

I HATE PETER WHO STOLE HIS FAMILY'S RENT MONEY

Peter,

How dare you? After all this time after all the shit you put us all through, how FUCKING DARE YOU. I give you so many fucking chances and deal with you every day and accept that that's how it is and deal with it, but all you do is smoke pot and sit there jobless. I don't deserve this!

Because of you the only fatherfigure I've ever had was my brother. THAT IS NOT ENOUGH!! HE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS FROM YOU EITHER, PETE. YOU LEFT BEFORE WHY FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK DID SHE EVER BRING YOU BACK. I HATE YOU. I WISH YOU WEREN'T HERE. I WISH YOU'D STAYED AWAY. YOU LEAVE FOR ALMOST TWO DAYS AND PROBABLY WEREN'T GOING TO COME BACK. FINE. GOOD. BUT TO TAKE OUR MONEY WITH YOU - YOUR FAMILY'S MONEY, PETE? WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!!? ANYBODY WHO'S WILLING TO DO THAT DOESN'T DESERVE TO EVEN HAVE A FAMILY LET ALONE COME BACK TO ONE!

I hate that on Christmas morning I will have to deal with you sitting there smoking even though you will have done NOTHING absolutely NOTHING to deserve being there. Not working, not shopping for presents, no, nothing but being a pain in the ass. And omg, you're depressed, huh? Well fucking WAH. I don't believe it for a second and I never have. I'm tired of your excuses and your fucking smoking and all you do is sit there stoned off your ass and the house smells like pot all the time and I'm so DONE WITH IT.

WHY DIDN'T YOU STAY AWAY!?

And you know the worst part, Peter? That I will probably always love you no matter what you do to me. To US. I hate you, really, really hate you so much and I've never hated somebody in my entire life. And the worst part is that you....used to be better. Even when you got so bad you were BETTER sometimes. I have memories of you playing with me when I was little and....it was nice. It was what a little kid needed. Now I can't get you to stop treating me like a little kid. Everything I say its "Oh I'll handle it, don't worry your pretty head". Wtf? Seriously? Am I two?

I wish you were never my father. I wish you'd at least left. Then, I wouldn't have to put up with your bullshit. I'd be able to live without the constant shit you throw onto my life.

Stop being an idiot and treat me like a human being, or gtfo.

Sadly I know you'll never do either.

Fuck off,
Sincerely,
Yourfuckingdaughter in California

I HATE PETER WHO IS THE ONLY PERSON I'VE EVER OPENED UP TO

Dear Peter,
I hate you for every ounce of pain you have put me through. You are the only person I have ever opened myself up to. You are the love of my life. Yet you ended things in fear we grow too close. We are, I thought, already close.
I hate you for the way you make me feel. I hate the fact you are the person I properly gave myself to. I hate the fact that you still sleep with me. I hate the fact I am just your 'casual fuck'.
I hate that you said you never want me to hurt, or for me to feel cheap, yet it's exactly what you're doing to me now.
I hate that you stayed at her house, knowing that I hate her. I hate that 2 months ago, if I had been ill, you would do anything for me, yet today you just acted like I don't exist.
I hate that my heart is yours. I've tried to find other people, but you still find a way to come back to me.
I hate that I don't hate you in any way...

Peter. You're a wanker.

I HATE PETER WHO IS SUPER-DOUCHEY

Dear Peter,

It's pretty lame and anti-sisterhood to go after another gal's man. I mean, we all know how super-douchey that is. I don't hate you because you did, in fact, end up with him in the end. The truth is he's kind of a tool himself. You guys probably deserve each other.

No, I'm pretty sure I just hate you because I feel so superior to you. I think you're pretty and you may well be smart but I'm both prettier and smarter. And funnier. OK, you have bigger boobs, but you have a fat ass. You could bounce a quarter off these buns! I know, I know, I'm being petty. But everytime I see your face on Facebook it makes me annoyed. I mean, you must be pretty desperate for approval and pretty warped about social convention to add his mother even though you've never met her. It's creepy, dude.

I hope you enjoy the inevitable downward spiral that most of his relationships take due to his inability to act like an adult and get his shit together. I also hope that you have fun with that family, because, guess what: They're the most ridiculous band of utter and complete fucking narcissists that has ever existed. And he's the worst one.

Do you want to know what the best part of this is? When I meet you in person I'll be really nice. Because I'm still friends with ol' Narcissucky I'll put my best foot forward. I'll be funny and engaging and really friendly. I'll even probably compliment your outfit or your lipgloss or your hair or whatever. You'll think I'm the kindest and most welcoming person on the planet, and you'll be right. I'm very cool.

But deep down you and I both know the truth. There really isn't any comparison between you and I. I am better than you. I am superior. Because I, unlike you, don't fuck with other people's boyfriends. And believe me when I say I've had opportunity. I know that to do something like that diminishes me as a human being. And I'm not willing to become less awesome just for a tawdry flirtation. If only you'd waited until we were broken up. I wouldn't have beef. If only I'd been wrong when I told him I thought you were interested. He told me I was being jealous and crazy. I wasn't, as it turned out. I'm just intuitive.

When you come here and visit you'll probably like me. Because I'm great. And you'll probably like my new boyfriend, who is an actual adult and also extremely cool. But I wouldn't try anything with him, sweetie. He's a real man, and I don't think you could handle one of those.

See you soon, Peter! xo

I HATE PETER WHO IS MY EX-GIRLFRIEND

I hate your Peter! You fucked up my life good! I thought you loved me! well obviously not as much as you said! You chose her over me yet you still kept your grip on ME! 'oh but baby we're still so connected and you doing that hurts me' BULLSHIT you bitch! I'm not some slave-woman who you can keep at your beck-and-fucking-call! You're not my fucking girlfriend anymore so get a grip on your fucking feelings or fuck off out of my life!

Even AFTER you decided to let your iron grip slacken, you still treat me like fucking shit! 'best friends forever' you said! 'whats happened wont get in the way of our friendship' you said! well thats just fucking great! I would have liked that! But nooooo its too hard to even fucking well tell me whats going on in your fucking life! or even that you've fucking well changed you're mind about being good friends! and ONCE AGAIN my opinion doesnt fucking well matter. YOU want to be 'just basic friends' or in other words, you dont have the fucking guts to call any of it off!

Cos you know what? I still fucking love you!!! you put me through so much pain and anger yet all you would have to do is say 'baby come back' and i'd fucking well crawl back! and i fucking hate that! but what i hate more is you pushing me out of your fucking life. you don't seem to understand how much i still care... that i still want to be completely involved. even if its solely on a friends basis! but i can't deal with being pushed away! especially not your fucked up way of doing it!

You fucked me up good Peter! I can't live with you and I can't fucking well live without you. And now I've met a perfectly nice girl and I'm so fucked up in the head that I don't know what the fuck I'm doing any more! And then you have the GALL to tell me that you're considering leaving the other woman anyway. And if you do? Well you can go fuck yourself! Cos that will hurt me far more than anything else you could ever possibly fucking well do!

Get fucked Peter. You never really did love me did you???

-Fucked over in Australia

I HATE PETER WHO WOULD RATHER CHOOSE HIS GAMES THAN ME

To Peter,
I love you so much but what you do just makes me think I should leave. You would rather choose your games then me and being around yours makes me feel ignored.

I know I'm not the perfect person, least perfect but I wish you never say that you love me, because if you did you wouldn't spend 90% of the time on the computer or PS3. Peter I care so much about you and I am still mending a broken heart, but its breaking more and more as you ignore me and treat me like shit.

That's a lie not like shit, but as someone that you will cuddle, have sex with or be close to when you want it, never when I do. It always revolves around you and I don't know what to do anymore :(

Peter I am confused and if this carries on then I might just stay on the streets, as it would be easier then putting up with being ignored and shoved on the computer or PS3 because you want to do something.

Peter, I love you and I love you more and more each day and I hope you read this because it saves me from saying it and looking at your hurt face, but then at least you will know how I feel.

Mosher Bunny

I HATE PETER WHO IS SO BLOODY PIOUS

I HATE YOU PETER for being so bloody pious although the affair was 16years ago the deception the hurtful words still hurts, silent tears fall every day, I am supposed to trust you with this other woman that you are so friendly with well let me tell you itsher I trust ,she is to intelligent to want to have an affair with you, not like the common dip stick from years ago I have no illusions you would have her pants down in a flash if you thought she would let you I deserve some peace in my later years,I only stay with you because I am to tired to start again,Life with you is not terrible its

just not certain,The wrong person just needs to come along,and I will have to go through it again only this time I am not as strong who knows how I will cope.

YOU ARE A FUCKING BASTARD

I HATER PETER WHO IS ALCOHOLIC

So, look, Peter.
I hated you. I really did. You were an alcoholic, you were neglectful, and you were just plain uncaring.
I mean, I dealt with you for 15 years that way. I think my hate for you is warranted.
You made me feel like absolute crap. I developed so many emotional and psychological issues because of the things you did.
And then you go and try to kill yourself.
You had promised you would never do that.
You're better now, and you're not drinking which I guess is good.
But I still have so much pent up aggression towards you.
You say that now it's your job to worry about the future and take responsibility, but it's so hard for me to accept that after years of doing things myself.
Fuck you Peter.

I HATE PETER WHO IS A STUPID, STUPID BOY

I know hate is a strong word, but I HATE YOU PETER, you slimeball who is a stupid stupid boy.
Fuck you, for being such a woman.
You always act so righteous and think that you're right when you downright bloody wrong.
I hate you for forcing me to tell you things even when I don't want to.
It's up to ME even if it's important or not. Peter, I hate you for saying things that you don't mean at all.
Remember when you forgave me but still kept on pressing on that particular issue after a few days?
Yea, what happened to forgive and forget Peter? Did that slip your tiny brain?
Or when you said the meanest things like " You're the worst kind" ?
But you meant that as a joke just to have some conversation. Suave moves smooth operator and then YOU started to IGNORE ME. Fuck, I even started talking to you first so YOU won't feel bad, but you still ignored me. Who the fuck do you think you are Peter?
Peter, you're the worst among anyone that I've ever known. And I mean it.
I hate it when you get so bloody sensitive about any damn thing.
I've had enough of your stupid antics betch.

P/S: I hate you.

I HATE PETER WHO IS A LYING BITCH

I HATE you. I HATE you so much. You completely led me on, and then even pretended to be friends, all the time while you just used me. Every second of the day I am reminded of how much I used to love you. Why did I put myself through that? You're a lying bitch, and I HATE you. You say you miss me when I ignore you, but you don't. I don't care how much you still want me to sit and listen to your whining all day, but I'm sick of it and I'm sick of you. I have one regret this year, and that's knowing you. Why did you do this to me? I HATE you for it. I don't see how anyone else can stand you. I wish I never had to see you again. I hate you, Peter.

I HATE PETER WITH THE MINUSCULE PENIS

Dear Peter,

You are a douchebag, and you are retarded. I don't understand why I still talk to you, but I suppose it must be the entertainment value you provide in the way you let me walk all over you, then come crawling back to me, begging me for forgiveness when I'm the one who's hurt you. It also could be the $100 you owe me that I could sorely use.

Yes, we dated once. Over the internet. More years past than I care to even count. For some inexplicable reason, I liked your personality... and then I met you. Ok, so you were fat and unattractive, even though you led me to believe differently online. I... tolerated it, and I shoved your fat face between my thighs because you were certainly not going to attempt to try and penetrate me with that minuscule sorry little excuse for a penis. Then, a few months later, I met someone offline, we hit it off, and I tried my best to let you down gently so I could move on to a REAL relationship. You hounded me for months afterwards, calling me daily, faking stabbing yourself, and even making up a new girlfriend as a lame attempt to get me jealous when I couldn't manage to care less. It was hard on you, I know. With the way you're acting now, I wish I had been vicious and callous.

After all that you went through, you still look back so disgustingly fondly on that pathetic little blue-balled week we spent together. I don't want to hear you say that you think "it's fate" that we were brought together. I barely remember most of that damn week, and I'm glad that I don't, but I don't need you reminiscing about it to me like it was some match made in Heaven. If you want to daydream about "our" past, you do it on your own. Learn some fucking boundaries. Your nostalgia makes me want to vomit.

Also, your role-playing is pathetic. Development, what? All your characters basically have the same personality and cannot live without some girl (which apparently MUST be played by me) to ogle and bone at every opportunity. A war could be raging all around our characters, and all you'd notice is the bounce of her tits while thinking about the next chance you have to screw her. And then, the sex is pathetic and boring! It's the same thing, over and over again. Be it in normal game, or in the tiny sex scenes, I have to be the one thinking for you and your shitty-ass character. C'mon, you've been RPing for fucking ages and you still haven't changed a bit!

Girl Nerdrage in Oregon

I HATER PETER WHO STOLE MY PERFECT LIFE

Peter, you are the meanest person I have ever met on planet
You stole my perfect life
You screwed me up
Just looking at you makes me angry
Peter, I can't believe you treat people like that
You ignored me for no reason, you treated me like a doll
Now I don't even want to be with you like i had to before.
You said I am your best friend for life
But I'm not! You are a real fucking little bitch!
I don't understand how you get through like this every day
Even teachers and parents dislike you
You take self-pics in class with your laptop
I can see you making faces from the back
Just stop it, you are being stupid
I only wish I haven't met you in the first place
Leave me alone!

I HATER PETER WHO IS MY GIRLFRIEND

Peter,

There is now a ringing sound in my ears. It never fades, it is always there. When I’m not thinking about it then I don’t hear it – but it is still there, I am just distracted. I can’t be sure exactly which loud noise or what abuse has caused it to be permanent, I can only guess at the sounds and vibrations that caused this discomfort, but I live with it now. Maybe I should have turned down the volume on my walkman, or not gone to so many nightclubs. I just wanted to be happy. But now my hearing is forever changed, I am forever needing to distract myself from the faint ringing that haunts every sound I will ever hear.

What you did is now a ringing pain in my heart. It never fades, it is always there. When I’m not thinking about it then I don’t feel it – but it is still there, I am just distracted. I can’t be sure exactly which fear or stress has caused it to be permanent, I can only guess at the mistakes and selfishness that caused this discomfort, but I live with it now. Maybe I should have toned down our relationship, or not been so supportive and selfless. I just wanted to be happy. But now my love is forever changed, I am forever needing to distract myself from the faint pain that haunts every love I will ever feel.

Peter. I tried to give you every opportunity and freedom so that we could be closer. And I am fighting the pangs of failure. How strong are we?

I HATE PETER WHO HAS A JOB

Dearest Peter, You're a fucking dickhead. How dare you have a job. How dare you have money from a job that you have. Who the fuck interviewed you? Who? Who in their right mind would offer a paying job... to you! Fuck you, Peter. Fuck you for having money that I know will go towards drugs. Not even good drugs. Fuck you for robbing other people despite the fact you have a job. Peter, I loathe you and I despise your employer. I'd turn you down if you applied for Oxfam, for christs' sake. You talentless prick. You unmotivated hoodrat. You fucking pansy-arsed twat. Also, Peter, you have a job. You have a job which you get money from. So, with this money, why do you still look like you've lived most of your life inside of a caravan. A shitty caravan. A shitty caravan... In a car park... In Hackney. Hackney! You've got less personality and character and intelligence and ambition than a rock. A shitty rock. In a car park. In Hackney. And yet you have a job... Whilst nice, hard-working, ambitious, clever, lovely people like me have no income to spend on good things... Like clothes, and hygiene. I'm too young to sign on, and why the fuck should I? Give me your job, Peter. You worthless piece of cytoplasm! I hate you so much, Peter.

From The Unemployed Majority

I HATE PETER WHO CHEATED ON ME

I hate you for all the pain you have caused with your lies and affair,

You just don’t get it thats it still so fresh in my mind but I am the one that is to understand

I HATER PETER WHO IS MY DOCTOR

I HATE YOU PETER. I do I do I do I do I do I do!!

I understand that I'm sick, I understand you need to run these tests. I understand that all the symptoms I am showing are red flag warnings of a brain tumour, cancer, thyroid conditions, or any combination of the three.... Well, actually, I don't hate you Peter, you are very nice. BUT GODAMNIT IF YOU TRY TO FORCE A NEEDLE INTO MY ARM EVER AGAIN I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't get it Peter, I told you I was horrified of needles, You saw me actually start to cry when you put the tourniquet around my arm. You heard me schreik when you attempted stabbing me the first time. Yes I know my mother was there to hold my hand, I know that you and my mother told me you were just going to pop the needle into my vein and take a bit of blood. You both told me that it wouldn't hurt.

You're both full of shit.

But then again, when I finally did calm down enough to let you poke me I know for a FACT that you missed my vein completely, and there you were trying to tell me that it wasn't working because I was hyperventilating. Peter, I'm not stupid.

So I told you that if I was ever going to willingly let someone take my blood I'd have to be sedated. I'm not kidding, you know how we rescheduled for tomorrow morning? I'm going to down some sleeping tabs and hardcore cough syrup and you know this. I think you'd prefer this, so you wont have to tell the Neurologist that I'm "Refusing treatment" again while my mom and me both yell at your for telling the good doctor blatant lies.

Regards,
"dying" but fighting.

P.S. I hope I get sick in your office. And I hope that any janitor is sick so you have to clean it up. >:D

I HATER PETER WHO DATED MY BROTHER

"Peter" is a girl who dated my brother. She is a blonde sun damaged wrinkly old bint from East London.
I am "Loving my brother poor choice in women In London"
She is a sticky fingered, P*ss head. She cant socialize properly and doesn't know how to wash a dish or cook beans on toast. She sniffs drugs and constantly gets my brother into trouble when she is out.

She will conclude in her mind a smile from a polite chap is "rape" and they are guaranteed to get a Vodka or White wine face rinse, that depends on her poison of choice for that particular night.

She doesn't deserve my brother, he is always down and crying. She argues with my mother, sister, myself and brother from my brothers bed when she is asked to get up to come to the phone for eg.

She is lazy and unhygienic, loud and generally wasted. She once got on the roof when i told her drinks were on the house. (That last bit isn't true regarding the roof)

(No wander my brother got her 19 yr old mate up the duff two weeks ago)
LOLOLOLOL Life can be bliss after all. Shes 26 and looks 35, stay of those sun beds girlie's!!!!

I HATE PETER WHO IS MY MOM

Fuck you Peter. You told me that, “B’s are unacceptable in this household. You need to aim higher. If you fail this class or get anything lower than a B you’re paying for it, not me. You’re already going to get a C in your other class.” Thanks a FUCKton. Do you understand how hard I have worked to get these grades? I’M TAKING FUCKING COLLEGE CLASSES FULL-TIME AS A FUCKING 16 YEAR OLD. I studied so fucking hard and I got a B. A B IS REALLY FUCKING GOOD. Don’t fucking judge me until you try it. You’re just a 47 year-old bitch who can’t even get laid by her own fucking husband. Don’t you dare fucking judge ME. Look in the fucking mirror. Bitch.

I HATE PETER WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY BEST FRIEND

peter, you are the bitchiest person i have ever met in my life!
you called me a BFFL, and i guess you loved me as a best friend
but it was like if i was controlled by you all the time!
you treated me like a puppet or a doll, and when i told you that you're wrong,
you started saying mean stuff to me and acted like you didn't care!
i don't call THAT a best friend at all.

when you say bad things about my ex boyfriend, i was pissed at you!
just because you dislike him, it doesn't mean you have to yell your heart out to me
and you are so careless, i don't call you a nice or caring person
in fact, you give people less-self confidence by acting like you are the best and the others are not.

i don't call you pretty, even though you do,
you are a short fat ugly selfish fricking bitch who has a dark heart,
heaps of people hate you already and they know why i'm not with you anymore.
i wish you didn't come to my school and screwed up my school life
i wish i didn't meet you so i won't be this upset.
give me my peaceful life back, and get out of my sight, you irritate me all day!
and stop treating weak/ugly/quiet people like dirts. they have feelings as well.
if you keep doing this peter, you'll lose friends for sure!
now you stop and you shut up and stop being horrible
and you cheated me with my ex boyfriend, too! you were lying about what he said about me and stuff,
which made me believe you and i treated him a bit differently
and now i know you were joking, and i feel like a fool
when i'm with you, i feel like i'm making a fool of myself all the time
stop making me feel stupid
you ugly little bitch
you play with people's feelings
and it's not funny at all.
NOW STOP THINKING IT'S FUNNY AND GET OUT OF MY LIFE!

I HATE PETER WHO IS 5 PETERS

To Peter twatface.
I hate you so much, you are a selfish fuck and you dont listen to a word I have to say. "Why didnt you tell me you broke up with your girlfriend?" said Peter, I DID TWICE YOU FUCKING FUCKER I FUCKING HATE YOU.
You go on and on about this guy you're 'in love with' but hes just the same as every other fucking guy you meet. You'll become OCD psyco on him like you do with every guy, then he'll realise your a frigid retard who no one likes and will dump you.
Or, you'll introduce him to your someone and then he'll end up liking this SOMEONE and pulling them. IN YOUR FACE YOU FUCKING BITCH
You deserved that one
I said I was sorry for pulling Peter2 but Im not, and never will be.
Because he liked me and not you HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH
I cant even believe I fancied you
I make me sick for thinking this
Even though I have now grown to hate Peter2
I love him at the same time because I got one over on you there didn't I?
You go on like you're interested in my life but you blatently arent because you dont even listen to me you fucking fucker.
GO
GET
YOURSELF
HELP
MENTAL HELP
I really hate your selfishness, you're cocky little ways. I really hate how you're better than me at every damn subject they teach at our fucking hell hole of a school because you dont just get on with it, you RUB IT IN MY FACE LIKE THE BITCH YOU ARE
Tbh we arent even mates.
WHAT THE FUCK DID I SEE IN YOU
WHAT THE FUCK
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
You ask me what my status is about, and usually its you because you never fucking cease to annoy me
You're a whiney little bitch
And all your friends?
They hate you more than I do HAHAHA I SAID IT
I SAID WHAT EVERYONE KNOWS
HAHAHAHAHAHA

On a happier note, I'm really beginning to love Peter 3 who I'm currently texting. <3
Even if I am a mad pedo stalker.


PETER 4 & 5 ARE ALSO BEGINNING TO PISS ME OFF BECAUSE I ALWAYS TRY AND MAKE AN EFFORT BUT YOU JUST ARENT ARSED
SO YOU TWO CAN HAVE EACHOTHER
FUCKERS.


Whoaaa too many Peters.


Really Fucking Pissed Off From My Asus (yes it says Asus) EEE PC.

I HATE PETER WHO IS MY DAD

Peter, this is some fucked up shit. I am in disbelief about your mentality, your lies, your way of life and your sense of privilege. Yet, these are the choices you make. You are one of them. You are one of the bad guys. And the fucked up part about it is that you are my dad and I fucking hate people like you. If you were anyone else I would tell everyone I know that I hate you. You are like Rush Limbaugh. I fucking hate Rush Limbaugh. I want to rip out his tongue. You are every white stiff-pricked male oppressor that makes decisions to keep you are yours on top. You are one of them. You are one of the good ol’ boys. Do you understand? You are the problem. You are your kind, you ARE the fucking problem. And this is how you do it:

You take away people’s sense of pride and self worth. You use words and phrases like integrity, hard work, self-sufficiency and family values. You use your handshakes and haircuts and genuine smiles and straightforward talk to create the appearance that you have integrity and that you can be trusted. You say that people can pull themselves up by their own bootstraps. If people work as hard as you, they can have what you have. Your family and friends look up to you and love you. But that is where the truth ends, because you have your little mistress, and she gets a lot of your time, too. And with all the lives you’re juggling and all the hard work, you have nothing to say to your family. These people that want nothing more than your approval will never get it because you don’t know who they are. You’re thinking about banging that Skeletor-faced skinny bitch. Your daughters’ self-worth (the very foundations of their souls, learned at the most tender of ages) are based on watching a woman that never did anything for herself be treated like shit. Your disinterest in your wife and family makes them believe that if only they could be better, be skinnier, make more money, that you might want to talk to them. And therein lies the magic trick. One little lie causes an immeasurable amount of damage. You say that anyone can be successful, yet you take away the tools to make it happen by making people hate themselves. You can take your integrity and shove it up your patronizing ass.

I’d like the chance to tell you something that you would often say to us growing up (one of the few things you did say): I think you need a glass belly button so you can see with your head up your ass.

I HATE PETER WHO HAS SHOES AND A HAT MORE IMPORTANT THAN HIS FAMILY

Dear Peter.

I don't know how to begin with how much I hate your lying ass. I hate the way you sit there all trite and try to turn your lies so I feel sorry for you. I hate you because I do feel sorry for you. I hate you because even though you're such a dick, I still love you. I hate you because you don't listen. I hate the way you fuck. I hate the way everyone thinks you are so great when really you are not. I hate the way you let me let everyone believe you are so great, even though you are not. I hate the way your shoes and hats are more important than your family. I hate they way you always have an excuse. I hate that you are so fucking lazy and I do everything for you. I hate you because I know I should do better than you, but I probably won't. I hate you because you spend so much more than you earn. I hate you because I've turned into your mom. I hate you because you cannot remember fucking anything. I hate you because you don't listen. I hate you because you are always late. I hate you because you can't spell. I hate you because you have bad grammar. I hate you because you leave the refrigerator open too long. I hate you because you never turn off the TV. I hate you because you like watching TV more than going outside. I hate you because you don't know how to be a man. I hate you because making the right mixed CD get more energy than thinking of the right thing to say. I hate you because you care about other people thinking you are a good guy, rather than actually being a good guy. I hate you because you stop eating when you are full. I hate you because you can eat all the sugar and fattening shit in the world and never get fat. I hate you because you don't eat bacon. I hate you because you can't pay off a debt to save your life. I hate you because I make everything better than you. I hate you because you don't dust. I hate you because you set a bad example for your son. Most of all, I hate you because you love me, and I can't say no.
I totally hate you Peter.

Had it in Houston.

I HATE PETER WHO IS MY NIGHTMARE

peter,
FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING FUCK. FUCK YOU FOR MAKING ME WAIT BY THE PHONE. FUCK YOU FOR MAKING ME FEEL LIKE SHIT WHEN I JUST WANT TO KNOW IF YOURE OK OR NOT. FUCK YOU FOR BULLSHITTING ME. FUCK YOU FOR BEING YOU. FUCK YOU FOR NOT CALLING WHEN YOU CALLED THAT "WHORE" THAT YOU CLAIM TO DESPISE. FUCK YOU FOR NOT CARING. FUCK YOU FOR BEING MALE. FUCK YOU FOR BEING SO FUCKING PERFECT. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. I HATE YOU. i love you. YOU ARE MY NIGHTMARE. you are my dream. YOU ARE NOTHING.
yet you are my everything.

I HATE PETER WHO IS ACTUALLY THREE PETERS

Dear Peters 1 2 & 3,

I fucking hate you all! Peter 1 is a miserable jobsworth, Peter 2 is a cantkerous knob head who has no human array of emotion or skills in his profession and Peter 3 can't write for shit. If by chance Peters 1, 2 and 3 you end up in hell (a likely fate) may the devil anally rape you all for all eternity. I can't belive I have to put up with you three Peters for another year, you bunch of self righteous arrogant arce-holes! £190 for fucking what??? Like you don't get paid too fucking much anyway. Peter 1, all I have to say is 7...was it really worth it, we now come face to face and I hope our time together will be as much fun for you as it will be for me.

Go fuck yourselves and then each other

Non Peter

I HATE PETER WHO ONLY HAS A PEE-SOAKED AIR MATTRESS

Dear Peter,
I hate you, because i loved you so very very much. Hating you, is the only way i can let you go. I know what im saying these days sounds really hurtful. im skilled that way. BUT i also hope, that underneath that, you already know, that i just want to hurt you the way you hurt me, and i know ...that you didnt mean to. I remember you trying to get out of it before it got bad. i remember the flags you through down. I was hoping, that they really meant, that you loved me and couldnt tell me because you were brain damaged, and not because you were really that much of a tool. I was a little disappointed when i found out, you had a date planned for the moment i left town, and that you took her to my apartment because you only had a pee soaked airmattress back at your place to bed her down in. I know you wanted to impress her after you did hard drugs together. Im glad you found someone you have more in common with.
Im sorry i had to get my keys back, so that you would be forced to use your own cruddy place to take your dates to. I know that sucks. But..its just the way it has to be.
In all honesty, i hope, sincerely, that i never see your face again. I did love you, dispite all of this. I cant remember why. But i know i did.
OH..i should probably add, that i did sleep with Freddy. Actually, we got a LOT of things done in the week you dumped me, and we did it in "our" bed, alot. and we laughed about you. Im thinking i might revisit him. He was GREAT.
I hope you are in a LOT OF PAIN now. and i hope you remember each thing you did to me every single day.
Sincerely,
Me.

I HATE PETER WHO WAS MY FIRST KISSER

You was my fucking boyfriend

You didn’t do anything

What did you do?

Did you even talk?

Did you even show me your love front of people?

Did you even try to understand me peter?

What have you done to me?

I thought you really like me when you gave me a kiss,

You was my first kisser

I thought you are the one, but you are NOT

SERIOUSLY NOT
you look disgusting,

You have dirty minded

You have dirty face

You are just disgusting

You try to be like a rebel

You try to be cool

Ew

Shut the fuck off

You are just the worst person in this world

How you walk,

How you talk,

How you take off your jumper

How you untie your neck tie,

How you sit down

How you fiddling with your lips

That is just disgusting

I feel so sorry for your parents, because they have the worst son in this world ever!

You are even disgusting than my neighbour, who doesn’t take a shower for 3 days, who doesn’t

Really care about the fashion.

You stole my first kiss

Give me that back ! why did you kiss me?

I don’t get you

You look disgusting, you think you are cute,

But ew, no way

You just don’t’ look cute, you don’t look cool, you don’t look funny,

You don’t look like you have such thing like a manner,

You are just ew ! just fuck off from my life

You screwed my life since I met you

Give me my perfect life back

And just fuck off and go to the hell

And don’t find me, don’t miss me because

I won’t miss you, and I won’t even mention your name in my life ever again

I HATE PETER WHO IS SO STUPID

You won’t know why I am so pissed at you

Because you are so stupid

At school,

You were just so mean to me, I couldn’t get over that.

I wanted to be friend with you

I wanted to talk to you because i didn’t think you are my friend.

Whenever I sit next to you, you just walk away or move your seat.

Whenever i ask some questions, you just ignore me with really annoying look.

Whenever in the group, for an assignment, and tell people my opinion,

You just look at the others like “what the fuck’s wrong with her”



This year, I have a lot of friend around me, but you don’t

And you started to come to me and talk to me, I feel so annoyed about you.

You are really a bullshit peter, I just can’t get over you.

You have really annoying face like “nobody cares about me”

This is bullshit peter

Just fuck off !



You say to people that you have a depression,

But I don’t think you do.

You are just a fake

You want people to look at you, care about you and stuff.



One day, you say to me this, “I don’t understand you, why don’t you care about me?”

That’s bullshit peter.

I don’t understand and care about you because I don’t want to

And you didn’t even care about me either last year?

And now, you don’t have any friend so you are trying to talk to me.



You wanted to be like my friend,

Because my friend has a lot of friends around her.

And you wear, shorts, singlet, jumper, and scarf in winter (which even my friend doesn’t do)

You try to be cheerful front of boys, like “Hello!”

But they don’t really listen to you, do they?

I think this is because you are not being yourself peter,

You have to be yourself, you can’t hide your own face.

You are the mean person that I’ve ever seen.



You have one friend who can’t eat very well.

It was your birthday party and you didn’t even invite her

And you said something right front of her, and that was

“you can’t eat very well, and that is why I didn’t invite you, you are sick.”

That was really seriously mean.



Why are you so mean? I really don’t get you!

JUST FUCK YOU AND BE BURNT IN THE HELL BY YOURSELF WITHOUT ANY REGRET !!

I HATE PETER WHO COULDN'T KEEP HIS DICK IN HIS PANTS

Two years ago when we met I was in Heaven. A year ago when we married I thought I was the luckiest girl ever. You were everything to me, and I thought I was everything to you. Apparently not since you can keep your gd dick in your pants. I found out purely by accident, and you lied brushing me off. I talked to your whores, then you lied some more till you had no choice but to fess up. 2 months later I still want to vomit everytime I think about it. When you touch me it makes my fucking skin crawl! I want so badly to believe the man that I thought I married is still in there somewhere, but I can't lie to myself. I should've changed the locks and burned your precious bike when I had the chance. But here I am seething in resentment and 2 months pregnant. Thanks for everything you conniving needle dick bastard!

I HATE PETER WHO THINKS HE'S PETER PAN

DEAR PETERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE YOUR MISERABLE GUTS!!! I HATE EVERY SINGLE DAY OF OUR ROTTEN LIVES TOGETHER! 9 MONTHS OF HELL EVERY FUCKING DAY!!!!!!!! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I DID NOT KNOW GETTING MARRIED TO YOU WOULD MEAN HAVING TO MARRY THE FUCKING XBOX 360!! YOU ARE A CHILD WHO WILL NEVER GROW UP CAUSE YOU THINK YOU ARE THE REAL MOTHER FUCKING PETER FUCKING PAN!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU PETER! I hope when you finally do grow up, you're a bald fat ugly lonely old man who's controller batteries just died, so you leave to go buy new ones and they all sold out from that store, you go to another one and finally get them, then you catch every fucking red light on your drive back!! when you come home you trip over the table cause the lights weren't coming on BECAUSE YOU NEVER PAID THE BILL THIS MONTH (too busy playing games), so you reach for the flashlight in the drawer and get bit by the rat that's been hiding in there, you take a look around with TREMENDOUS PAINNNN and realize that the house was broken into! WHY WAS IT? Cause it always looked like an abandoned SHIT HOLE that you never kept up with, so you run to the room to see if they took your precious!! yes... you're one and only... and guess what?? THEY DID!!! They took your xbox 360 because it was the only thing of value left in your crappy ass house PETER! THAT'S RIGHT PETER!!!! THEY TOOK YOUR BABY!!! THEY TOOK IT FAR FAR FAR AWAY FROM YOU FOREVER AND NOW YOUR MOUTH IS FOAMING FROM THE RABIES THAT THE RAT INJECTED IN YOU!

love always,
your wife

I HATE PETER WHO SHOULD TELL HIS DOGS TO QUIT BARKING AT ME

Damn you peter you fucking little girl, I think you are pathetic because you cant tell me what you think, you have to go through your friends like some little kid, If im gona be abused... I can understand it from you,but they have no buisness mothing of at me on your behalf. I no what all your friends don't know. I no that It was over with you and her... you know it to, but you just tell them I stole her from you.... You lost her peter, you did... You sad old man, You should tell your dogs to quit barking at me.

I HATE PETER WHO WILL PROBABLY NEVER READ THIS

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

I HATER PETER WHO ALWAYS CALLED ME THE LIAR

you sick fuck.

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

I HATE PETER WHO SPOILED TWO YEARS OF HIGH SCHOOL

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

Sincerely,
Less Than Pleased in Portugal

I HATE PETER WHO IS SO RICH AND SO SPOILED

I hate You Peter

I hate You for everything

I hate you for all the illusions

I hate you since the beginning

I hate you for this that I liked you so much

I hate you for this that I fell in love

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

I hate you that you treated me like a stupid bitch

I hate you that I humiliated my self so much

I hate you for all those tears I cried

I’ve never cried so much before

Never

I hate you for that

I hate you for my prayers

I prayed a thousand times

I hate you for my missing you

For my sadness

For disillusion

For my doubting in my own value

I hate you for this waiting

I wait night and day for your stupid messages

That you don’t care

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

I hate that you fucked all those women

I hate you than I fucking came to know that

I hate you for all those tears I cry

I howled

I thought I’d die

I think so all the time

I really hate you for that

I hate you for all those humiliation I had

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

They all know I am so stupid

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

I hate you for all you did to me

I hate you that you don’t fucking care

I hate you that you don’t think about me

I hate you that I was noone for you

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

I hate you that you love her

I hate you that it lasts for so fucking long

Fucking two years

I hate all those stupid love letters I wrote to you

I hate you for all that hopeless hope I still have

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

I hate you that you are so rich and so spoilt

I hate you that you are laughing at me

I hate my being so naïve

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

I hate you so much

So fucking much

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

I hate you that I am waiting every second

For a message that’s not coming now

I hate you

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

I hate everything about you

I hate you for all my stupid dreams

I hate you for all my stupid ideas

I hate you for all my stupid visions

I hate you that I cannot trust myself anymore

I hate you that you are with her

I hate you that I am jealous

I hate you that I saw her

I hate you that you chose her

I hate you that you preferred her to me

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

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

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

I hate you for all those scraps you give me

I hate you that I am waiting for these scraps

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

I hate you that I hate myself for all that

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

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

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

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

I hate you for all these tears

I hate you for my heartache

I hate everything about you

I hate you

I hate you

I hope I will never see you again

I hope I will forget about you

I really fucking hate you and everything that happens to me

I HATE PETER WHO WAS NOTHING WHEN I MET HIM

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

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

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

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


Last.
Fucking.
Straw.

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

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

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

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

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

With cold reguards,

Graduating on time but limping up to get diploma.