Peter,
I hate you because you never actually told me you liked me.
I hate you for grabbing my arm that one night and making me feel shitty for being so wasted.
I hate you for leaving me at two different parties on the same night.
I hate you for ever other night and morning when you made me feel amazing and cared for.
I hate you for making me breakfast all the time.
I hate you for asking me to watch your dog.
I hate you for making me feel great.
I hate you. hate hate hate hate hate you peter. You are a bitch.
But most of all Peter, I hate that its over.
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