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-PETER
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
I HATE PETER WHO BELIEVES THAT LIFE AND LOVE ARE OVERRATED
I Hate you Peter because im waisting my time with someone so sad and pathetic that actually believes that life and love are overrated, that sex is the only truth when it comes to relationships. A hero to his friends for his succesful manwhore ways, a God to them, not realizing none of them really wants to follow his religion. Someone so miserable that uses truth and a rotten society to justify his ways. I hate you cause youre trying to turn me into a female version of yourself, at first with moderate success but now Peter i see myself and i pity me for what i have become. I have reach a level of disrespect for myself that i actually followed your terms only to have a piece of you. I dont blame you because i was stupid, but i hate you because you did not see me the way i am but the way you wanted me to be; your whore. I hate the fact that i did find some humanity on you, someone worth of my care but you coulnd't allow yourself to see how valuable i am. You see Peter i do believe in better things, a better life. I do believe not in love as the concept they all wants us to believe but as the possibilty of finding someone that can actually make you want to be better. Im sorry i couldnt be that person for you, but i guess you didnt even allow that tought on your head. I know Peter that even if you dont know it right now, you care about me too, but the thing is that i no longer do and when you no longer hear from me you will see how you did. But hey even if you dont, and even if today i hate you so much it hurts i want you to know i really hope that you change before, 20 years from now, you regret what you did, you missed and become. Today Peter i leave not to be alone but to be better without you.Goodbye
I HATE PETER WHO I FEEL NEUTRAL ABOUT AND DON'T MIND
I feel neutral, I don't mind you. But I wouldn't mind if you didn't exist either.
Why don't you just die? Or no, I don't really care. You may die if you want to. Empty space, as you are. Maybe if I could use you for something? But you ain't got anything I wan't, your body smells neither good nor bad, in fact you leave no scent whatsoever. Pee while standing in a not entirely upright position but still not sitting. Never really listening to music but still have your earplugs halfplugged all throughout the day. So neutral. I lohvate you Peter.
Why don't you just die? Or no, I don't really care. You may die if you want to. Empty space, as you are. Maybe if I could use you for something? But you ain't got anything I wan't, your body smells neither good nor bad, in fact you leave no scent whatsoever. Pee while standing in a not entirely upright position but still not sitting. Never really listening to music but still have your earplugs halfplugged all throughout the day. So neutral. I lohvate you Peter.
I HATE PETER WHO TOOK MY MOTHER'S ASHES AND THREW THEM OFF THE ROOF
I hate you Peter.
You made up stuff saying you did things and I did things that never happened. You forced me to have a threesome when I'd never had sex before. You make me feel physically sick. I hate you. You tool. You took my mother's ashes and threw them off the roof. For that I can never forgive you.
You told me you loved me and that i was the one, when you were saying the exact same thing to my best friend. My father hated you but i was so in love with you, i didn't care and i rebelled and now my family is split. I have no mother, no father and no brothers to console me. My friends ditched me when I chose you over them. When I use that 'special shampoo' in the shower, I think of how you hurt me. The bruises, the trauma. YOU TOOL.
I hate you Peter. I hope you spend your life in prison.
You made up stuff saying you did things and I did things that never happened. You forced me to have a threesome when I'd never had sex before. You make me feel physically sick. I hate you. You tool. You took my mother's ashes and threw them off the roof. For that I can never forgive you.
You told me you loved me and that i was the one, when you were saying the exact same thing to my best friend. My father hated you but i was so in love with you, i didn't care and i rebelled and now my family is split. I have no mother, no father and no brothers to console me. My friends ditched me when I chose you over them. When I use that 'special shampoo' in the shower, I think of how you hurt me. The bruises, the trauma. YOU TOOL.
I hate you Peter. I hope you spend your life in prison.
I HATE PETER WHO SCOLDS ME BECAUSE I CALLED HER IDOL'S MANAGER AN ASSHOLE
FUCK YOU PETER, SERIOUSLY, FUCK YOU. I DONT EVEN LIKE YOU. BLOODY YAYAPAPAYA ASSHOLE. YOU SCOLD ME JUST BECAUSE I CALLED YOUR IDOLS MANAGER AN ASSHOLE? BUT SHE REALLY IS OKAY! SHE ISNT AS GOOD AS U MADE HER OUT TO BE. AFTER THE EVENT, SHE PURPOSELY ASKED YOUR IDOL TO RUSH OFF SO AS TO NOT LET ANYONE TAKE PICTURES WITH HER. I THINK THAT THAT'S DAMN SELFISH. YOU SCOLDED ME ON TWITTER SAYING THAT EVEN IF THERE IS AN OPPORTUNITY TO TAKE A PICTURE, THE CHANCE WILL GO TO HER FANS FIRST. FUCK YOU! YOU THINK YOU ARE BLOODY AWESOME SPEAKING UP FOR THE MANAGER IS IT? YOU FUCKING BITCH. YOU THINK YOU ARE HER LOYAL FAN, BUT SO? WHO CARES ABOUT IF YOU ARE A FUCKING LOYAL FAN? YOU ASKED ME TO STICK TO MY IDOLS. WHAT'S YOUR MOTHER FUCKING PROBLEM? I CANNOT GO AND SEE YOUR IDOL ISSIT? I HAPPENED TO BE AT THAT PLACE WHEN YOUR IDOL APPEARED SO I WENT TO SEE. YOU THINK I VERY FREE GO ALL THE WAY TO A FUCKING FAR SHOPPING MALL JUST TO SEE YOUR IDOL? PLEASE! I ADMIT I USED TO LOVE HER, BUT I KIND DISLIKE HER NOW. YOUR IDOL SUCKS YOUR IDOL SUCKS YOUR IDOL SUCKS TTM. YOU ARE SO BLOODY THINK-SKINNED, AND EVEN DARED TO ORDER MY FRIEND AROUND. YOU ARE NOT EVEN PRETTY. IN FACT, YOU ARE THE FUCKING OPPOSITE. YOU HAVE SHORT TOM BOYISH HAIR, UGLY LIKE FUCK, AND SUPER DARK LIKE HELL. I HOPE YOU'LL JUST FALL DOWN THE STAIRS WITH YOUR MOTHER FUCKING STUPID CAMERA AND DIE. LIKE SERIOUSLY, YOUR A PAIN IN THE ASS.
JUST GO AND DIE.
PETER, YOU'RE A FUCKING DOUSCHE BAG.
I DONT WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN.
HATE FROM,
DONUTS.
JUST GO AND DIE.
PETER, YOU'RE A FUCKING DOUSCHE BAG.
I DONT WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN.
HATE FROM,
DONUTS.
I HATE PETER WHO MADE MY FIRST SEMESTER AT COLLEGE UTTER BULL SHIT
Dear Peter,
First off, fuck you. Now that that's out of the way I would just like to personally thank you for making my first semester of college total and utter bull shit. Peter, you probably cry yourself to sleep every night due to the fact that deep down, you know that you are probably the worst Peter anyone has ever met. You are a joke. You're job as Peter is the most pointless thing you will probably ever do with your life and the fact that such a high administration has hired you as Peter, makes me question whether or not I wish to be affiliated with such a place. You are the most unprofessional person I have ever encountered in a professional setting and I honestly could never find someone on earth whom I would love to see helplessly rolling down a large hill in their wheel chair, Peter, more than you. Peter, you scheduled a fucking test for Monday. You said in your emails to the class, "Be prepared for MONDAY! Set your alarms for MONDAY! The test is MONDAY!." So as instructed, I was ready for said test on MONDAY. But guess what happened, you stupid bitchy ass fucker! You talked the whole entire time. About what? Bullshit. And you, Peter, you are bullshit in all its entirety. And then since your time of being Peter is at 8 fucking A.M. I overslept when you ACTUALLY decided to have that test. Being the PROFESSIONAL in this PROFESSIONAL setting, I emailed you THREE times about making up this test. NO REPLY, Peter. No Reply. The least you could have done is fucking email me back, considering it's your fucking job!!! Then a month later, you bitch me out like the unprofessional bastard you are, and tell me I can't make up the test because it's UNFAIR to others. Ask everyone else in that setting and I guarantee they don't give a FUCK. I am so sick of your un-adult and bitchy, petty behavior. I wish the most horrible things of you. I truly do.
Fuck you, Peter.
Never Yours,
Pissed off Pupil
First off, fuck you. Now that that's out of the way I would just like to personally thank you for making my first semester of college total and utter bull shit. Peter, you probably cry yourself to sleep every night due to the fact that deep down, you know that you are probably the worst Peter anyone has ever met. You are a joke. You're job as Peter is the most pointless thing you will probably ever do with your life and the fact that such a high administration has hired you as Peter, makes me question whether or not I wish to be affiliated with such a place. You are the most unprofessional person I have ever encountered in a professional setting and I honestly could never find someone on earth whom I would love to see helplessly rolling down a large hill in their wheel chair, Peter, more than you. Peter, you scheduled a fucking test for Monday. You said in your emails to the class, "Be prepared for MONDAY! Set your alarms for MONDAY! The test is MONDAY!." So as instructed, I was ready for said test on MONDAY. But guess what happened, you stupid bitchy ass fucker! You talked the whole entire time. About what? Bullshit. And you, Peter, you are bullshit in all its entirety. And then since your time of being Peter is at 8 fucking A.M. I overslept when you ACTUALLY decided to have that test. Being the PROFESSIONAL in this PROFESSIONAL setting, I emailed you THREE times about making up this test. NO REPLY, Peter. No Reply. The least you could have done is fucking email me back, considering it's your fucking job!!! Then a month later, you bitch me out like the unprofessional bastard you are, and tell me I can't make up the test because it's UNFAIR to others. Ask everyone else in that setting and I guarantee they don't give a FUCK. I am so sick of your un-adult and bitchy, petty behavior. I wish the most horrible things of you. I truly do.
Fuck you, Peter.
Never Yours,
Pissed off Pupil
I HATE PETER WHO WOULD RATHER SPEND TIME ON THE COMPUTER
dear Peter,
you are a dick. you would rather spend time on the computer, then even look at me. i fucking live with you, and im so tired of this shit. im think about leaving you. but it hurts so much when i try to. all we ever do is fight because you are a self righteous douche bag. you have changed me into a bitter bitch. thanks a lot. im not even happy any more. do you even get that? or are you to stupid to notice? uggg you have no idea how nervous you make me.
Fuck You Peter
you are a dick. you would rather spend time on the computer, then even look at me. i fucking live with you, and im so tired of this shit. im think about leaving you. but it hurts so much when i try to. all we ever do is fight because you are a self righteous douche bag. you have changed me into a bitter bitch. thanks a lot. im not even happy any more. do you even get that? or are you to stupid to notice? uggg you have no idea how nervous you make me.
Fuck You Peter
I HATE PETER WHO CAN'T EVEN TALK TO ME
I really fucking hate you. I contact you after so many years and you act all nice at the beginning and now you can't even talk to me. It hurts, if you knew how much it hurts me maybe you wouldn't do what you are doing, if you felt the pain I am feeling at this moment as I am typing this, I know you wouldn't treat me so shitty and you know why because you only care about your fucking self. You're an asshole and you're hurting me badly, that I don't think I can breath and without breathing I'm just going to die. I wonder if it makes you happy that I feel lifeless, that my life is so meaningless right now because you can't take the time to fucking talk to me, because you could care less. I hope one day you experience what I am experiencing because then you'll truly know how much of a miserable bastard you are. I really hate you and you know what you will pay because they all pay and I make sure they do. I may be suffering right now but soon enough you will want me so badly and I will forget all about your pathetic existence so FUCK YOU!!!
I HATE PETER WITH THE GINORMASS HEAD
dear peter,
i am writing to tell you i hate you sooooooooo much. You and your big fat meathead can go and get runover by a bus or tram or train. i hate you that much i want to get a sewing pin and try and deflate your ginormass head,,,,,,, because its that big.. you used to alright but now your an evil big headed manwhore....... your head is that big you remind me of shrek..... tut tut tut :// such a shame you changed......
i hate you more than i love my cat lmfao......
love you biggest haters
i am writing to tell you i hate you sooooooooo much. You and your big fat meathead can go and get runover by a bus or tram or train. i hate you that much i want to get a sewing pin and try and deflate your ginormass head,,,,,,, because its that big.. you used to alright but now your an evil big headed manwhore....... your head is that big you remind me of shrek..... tut tut tut :// such a shame you changed......
i hate you more than i love my cat lmfao......
love you biggest haters
I HATE PETER WHO KEPT ON MYSPACING HIM LIKE A CREEP
peter, ohhhh what can i say? you knew i was litterally madly in love with him, and you went behind my back and stalked him, kept on myspacing him like a creep and ohhhh yeaaaaa u were in love with him 2...you kept on going to his house and trying to get him to like u while u know he liked me 2.....u purposly made him hate me. and now he thinks i did all that stufff and i didnt at all. and i told u to leave me alone and u didnt get why.......are u serious? anddddd your still in love with him 2...wtf! you know i hate u soooooooooo much and u continue to love him!!!!!! and u wonder why i hate u sooooooo muchhhhh.....ohhhh and u think he likes u backkkk buttttttttttttttttt he says u loook like a bus...soooooooo hahah. u loooose. u shoudlnt of went behind my backkk
I HATE PETER WHO SAYS SHE ISN'T A SLUT
FUCK YOU, i always said how much hypocrisy pisses me right the fuck off and how much of a hypocrite and a liar you are! You say you aren't a slut? i can name 4 guys who would beg to differ, as a matter of fact they would all beg to differ in the same fucking night! but no you aren't a slut, i'm the one who hits on every girl i meet, every girl i talk to i MUST like more than you! i fucking gave up everything for you and you never sacrificed shit for me, not one fucking thing you bothered to remove or change from your life for me but i distanced myself from my family, friends, social life, everything! i just wanted you to be happy but it wasn't enough, you always wanted me to bend over backwards cause it made you feel "special". fuck you, i feel sorry for the guy you're with now cause he's a pushover and you're gonna walk all over that poor bastard. hopefully he realizes what a total fucking waste of time you are earlier than i did, good luck being the world's biggest air head, hypocrite, slut and all around bad girlfriend!
fuck you
-Lunch man
fuck you
-Lunch man
I HATE PETER WHO IS A MAMA'S BOY AND A DIRTY LITTLE HAMSTER
Peter,
I hate you. You really irritate me. Your such a mama's boy, it makes me sick. You pick your nose constantly and sometimes you even eat it. That is just plain gross. Plus, you never flush the fucking toilet. Thats gross, no one wants to see that. You always hog the t.v. watching pointless shit like WWE and other bullshit. Also, I do not appreciate those videos of you and William I found in my trash. Please never ever fucking go on my photobooth again, you dirty little hamster. Thanks (not).
I hate you. You really irritate me. Your such a mama's boy, it makes me sick. You pick your nose constantly and sometimes you even eat it. That is just plain gross. Plus, you never flush the fucking toilet. Thats gross, no one wants to see that. You always hog the t.v. watching pointless shit like WWE and other bullshit. Also, I do not appreciate those videos of you and William I found in my trash. Please never ever fucking go on my photobooth again, you dirty little hamster. Thanks (not).
I HATE PETER WHO IS A TAKER
I hate you peter, because you are a taker and I'm a giver. You take, and take, and take, and take and you suck me dry of everything I've got to give and want for more... and then give nothing back. I hate that it took you over a year to buy me flowers, I hate that you never planned one of our dates and you didn't do anything for our anniversary. I hate that you forgot my birthday. I hate that when I had nowhere else to go you wouldn't let me in... because you were getting drunk with your mate. I hate that when we thought I was pregnant, I went alone to the chemist. I hate that you don't understand how much it hurts when your mother kicks you out of home and tells you not to come back, when she drinks and prescribes herself prescription drugs, when she hates you... and you always take her side. I hate that I care so much more about EVERYTHING than you. I hate that I'm the one who has to call... and arrange to see you. I hate that you've made me want things I never wanted before I met you. I hate the fact you're parents love you so much - I hate the fact that they will do anything to make you feel safe and happy. You don't need me for that. I hate that you have shared your family with me... and I can't give you one. I hate that you are the only one that has ever made me feel safe and happy. I hate that I still love you. I hate that no matter how much of an asshole you are I won't be able to leave you, because I'm afraid of losing the life you promised me, the life you had growing up.
I hate so many things peter... so many things you do that piss me off and hurt me and make me want to dump your sorry ass.... but I don't want to give up... PLEASE FUCKING TRY PETER, JUST...TRY.
I hate so many things peter... so many things you do that piss me off and hurt me and make me want to dump your sorry ass.... but I don't want to give up... PLEASE FUCKING TRY PETER, JUST...TRY.
I HATE PETER WHO MAKES WEIRD FACES AT ME THEN WALKS AWAY
Peter, last year we were best friends. Why were we best friends, i don't know. This year i try talking to you and you make weird faces at me and walk away. You tell me that i'm mean, and rude, when truthfully you are the one who is. We don't even talk anymore, and you act like i'm the worst friend ever, when i'm not. I don't know you anymore. Yesterday, when i said your shadow looked like animator, you gave me a weird look, but then when she agreed with me and said "oh yeah! you kinda do!" you smiled and laughed along with her. And then i told you that i hate you, BECAUSE I HAVE REASONS, and you said "i hate you too, but i have never said to your face" Like really? How much of a bitch can you honestly be? You were never there for me anyways, so why should i even care if i'm losing you? From now on Peter, you are NOTHING, to me. Staying friends with you, and trying hard everyday just to be friends with you is only gonna hurt me more.
I HATE PETER WHO LIED TO ME AND KEPT LYING
Dear Peter,
you were there for me at the start... I trusted you. You were my BEST FRIEND... You lied to me and kept lying... You hurt me. I can NEVER trust you again. I will never forgive you. I hate you so much... You are the ugliest thing i have ever seen and you have no right to treat me like that. Or my friends. I hate you. End of story...
Love from, TheOneWhoHatesLies xox
you were there for me at the start... I trusted you. You were my BEST FRIEND... You lied to me and kept lying... You hurt me. I can NEVER trust you again. I will never forgive you. I hate you so much... You are the ugliest thing i have ever seen and you have no right to treat me like that. Or my friends. I hate you. End of story...
Love from, TheOneWhoHatesLies xox
I HATE PETER WHO IS IN A BAND
I'm not saying that i didnt love following you and your band around
for a whole summer, but the fact that you forget about me everytime i
try to talk to you. and then when i was talking to my girlfriend about
it you called me fat. like what the fuck? i thought we were cool and
friends. seems like no one in that fucking group wants to talk to me.
but guess what. im going to that halloween party and theirs nothing
you can do to stop me fucker.
sincerely,
"that fat chick."
for a whole summer, but the fact that you forget about me everytime i
try to talk to you. and then when i was talking to my girlfriend about
it you called me fat. like what the fuck? i thought we were cool and
friends. seems like no one in that fucking group wants to talk to me.
but guess what. im going to that halloween party and theirs nothing
you can do to stop me fucker.
sincerely,
"that fat chick."
I HATE PETER WHO TRIES TO CLOWN ME IN CLASS
Peter, you're a fucking prick. Why do you always have to try to clown me in class? I'm a nice kid, and I've always been nice to you, it's not even like I deserve it. You're not even a good teacher, you're utter SHIT and you just fucking walk out of class for an hour to talk on the phone! WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM! I fucking hate you and it's only 4 weeks into school, god damnit what is your problem. FUCK YOU.
I HATE PETER WHO IS SO CLINGY
Hey there Peter, or PETERS. Cause there have been lots of you. At
least 6. 6 Peters. What do you all have in common? You suffocated me,
and drove me away. You all made me hate you. Tried to talk to me 24/7,
made me get sick of you. My first clinggy Peter called me 5 times a
day, everyday. You figure that when I don't answer, you'll get the
hint, right? WRONG. Then when I told you I couldn't be with you
anymore, you flipped out and cursed me out. It was your own fault I
didn't like you!!! Jeeze!! You guys need to learn that girls don't
like clinggy guys. We want a challenge. Well, at least I do. Peter, if
you're to easy to get, go away. When I go out with you, please don't
tell me you want it to last forever. Or a while. Don't think about the
future. It just shows me that you like me more than I like you!! I
hate it! Peter, please, if you're in love with me, super clinggy,
calling me all of the time, talking to me whenever you see me on
facebook, don't be surprised when I dump your ass. I'm sorry, it's
bitchy, but it's life. Sorry peter, but I'm writing this because I
hate you all for hating me Over something your fault.
least 6. 6 Peters. What do you all have in common? You suffocated me,
and drove me away. You all made me hate you. Tried to talk to me 24/7,
made me get sick of you. My first clinggy Peter called me 5 times a
day, everyday. You figure that when I don't answer, you'll get the
hint, right? WRONG. Then when I told you I couldn't be with you
anymore, you flipped out and cursed me out. It was your own fault I
didn't like you!!! Jeeze!! You guys need to learn that girls don't
like clinggy guys. We want a challenge. Well, at least I do. Peter, if
you're to easy to get, go away. When I go out with you, please don't
tell me you want it to last forever. Or a while. Don't think about the
future. It just shows me that you like me more than I like you!! I
hate it! Peter, please, if you're in love with me, super clinggy,
calling me all of the time, talking to me whenever you see me on
facebook, don't be surprised when I dump your ass. I'm sorry, it's
bitchy, but it's life. Sorry peter, but I'm writing this because I
hate you all for hating me Over something your fault.
I HATE PETER WHO CONTROLS ME
Hey there Peter. I you are such a fucking bitch. You can't control me!
I am 15 and if I want to do stuff, I will!!! Why do you think you can
make my life decisions? Honestly Peter. Why? I want to live my fucking
life they way it should be lived, MY WAY. If I want to gauge my ears I
will. If I want to get a second hole I will. If I want to get a belly
button ring I WILL. They're holes that close! I'm not asking for a
tattoo!! I'm asking for piercings! Ugh. And when I prove my point you
take away my phone. Peter you're a bitch.
I am 15 and if I want to do stuff, I will!!! Why do you think you can
make my life decisions? Honestly Peter. Why? I want to live my fucking
life they way it should be lived, MY WAY. If I want to gauge my ears I
will. If I want to get a second hole I will. If I want to get a belly
button ring I WILL. They're holes that close! I'm not asking for a
tattoo!! I'm asking for piercings! Ugh. And when I prove my point you
take away my phone. Peter you're a bitch.
I HATE PETER WHO IS A DIRECT BLOODLINE TO ME
Peter, I hate you. You are a direct bloodline of mine, but I hate you.
You ruined my childhood, you fucked me up. You were an alcoholic and a
drug adict. You spent your money on cocain, booze, pot and what else
you did. I was so young, I was six. I hate you for getting abusive
boyfriends who hit you. I hate you for going back to them. I hate you
because you dated a crazy stalker. I hate you because up until the
time I was 11 you were so fucked up. You left me with my insane
grandmother to go to rehab, and then when you came out I thought
things were perfect, but you eventually relapsed. I hate you because
you left me. I hate you because you judge HIM for leaving and doing
drugs every couple of months when you ruined my fucking new years. No
shit alcohol and your medicin would make you crazy, make you try to
kill yourself. I hate that you rant to me about HIM and your father. I
don't want to know about out money problems!!! I've got enough on my
fucking plate! I hate you because you can't drink without being mean.
You drank that one night and punched me in my face and kicked me out.
You promised you would never do it again, but the next day you did. I
can't drink at parties, I can't smoke pot, I can't so shit bcause I
don't want to end up like you. I hate you becuase I live in fear of
you relapsing at any given moment, sometimes I wake up at night crying
because I had a dream of you hitting me again. You never hit me
unless you're drunk.
I hate you because you pretend to be on my side, then go and tell HIM
everything I say. I hate HIM and you tell him. When I'm arguing with
you you bring HIM into it. You hurt me. You make me cry. I have such a
fucked up life because of you. You have changed me for the worse. Of
course I've learned my lessons, but that's from watching you do shit.
Ugh. You expect me to be a perfect fucking student when you did so
shitty in school. You won't let me experience shit for myself because
of your experiences. I'm not you!!!!!! I'm not going to do drugs and
have sex! Oh, but it's not me that you don't trust, it's the people
around me! Jesus. When I go to college I'll experience everything on
my own and then you'll be sorry. When i leave and Dont come back
you'll be sorry. So thanks for ruining my life Peter, I hope you're
happy.
Love
The Witness.
You ruined my childhood, you fucked me up. You were an alcoholic and a
drug adict. You spent your money on cocain, booze, pot and what else
you did. I was so young, I was six. I hate you for getting abusive
boyfriends who hit you. I hate you for going back to them. I hate you
because you dated a crazy stalker. I hate you because up until the
time I was 11 you were so fucked up. You left me with my insane
grandmother to go to rehab, and then when you came out I thought
things were perfect, but you eventually relapsed. I hate you because
you left me. I hate you because you judge HIM for leaving and doing
drugs every couple of months when you ruined my fucking new years. No
shit alcohol and your medicin would make you crazy, make you try to
kill yourself. I hate that you rant to me about HIM and your father. I
don't want to know about out money problems!!! I've got enough on my
fucking plate! I hate you because you can't drink without being mean.
You drank that one night and punched me in my face and kicked me out.
You promised you would never do it again, but the next day you did. I
can't drink at parties, I can't smoke pot, I can't so shit bcause I
don't want to end up like you. I hate you becuase I live in fear of
you relapsing at any given moment, sometimes I wake up at night crying
because I had a dream of you hitting me again. You never hit me
unless you're drunk.
I hate you because you pretend to be on my side, then go and tell HIM
everything I say. I hate HIM and you tell him. When I'm arguing with
you you bring HIM into it. You hurt me. You make me cry. I have such a
fucked up life because of you. You have changed me for the worse. Of
course I've learned my lessons, but that's from watching you do shit.
Ugh. You expect me to be a perfect fucking student when you did so
shitty in school. You won't let me experience shit for myself because
of your experiences. I'm not you!!!!!! I'm not going to do drugs and
have sex! Oh, but it's not me that you don't trust, it's the people
around me! Jesus. When I go to college I'll experience everything on
my own and then you'll be sorry. When i leave and Dont come back
you'll be sorry. So thanks for ruining my life Peter, I hope you're
happy.
Love
The Witness.
I HATE PETER WHO INTRODUCED ME TO PETER
PETER. You ruined everything! You introduced me to a guy also called PETER and made me date him (because he dumped you) Then I wanted to dump him and you wouldn't "let" me. Typical you, PETER! TYPICAL SELFISH PETER! I wanted him out of my life. I finished with him against your will. And you still insisted on keeping him in my life. I had to cut you out of my life to get away from it. You just would not shut up about anything. You were self involved. In the two years I knew you, I dont think you ever said "How are you?" That is clearly not a PETER question to ask. Who cares about me? Not PETER! You texted me and waited outside my work and contacted my family and left self pitying little ansafone messages for me (THAT I DELETED WITHOUT EVEN LISTENING TO!). Attention seeking PETER! I know your secrets PETER and I have no issue with telling your mommy and daddy all about Perfect Princess PETER's dirty secrets.
All the bands you dragged me to see thought your cupcakes were dumb PETER. They thought you were a pathetic little child. Fan-girl. Obsessive little fan-girl FREAK! They would catch my eye and roll their eyes because of you PETER.
The last time I saw you, you were crying. Sobbing in the middle of a crowded room. Making sure people were looking at you. Blaming me. You brought it on yourself. I didn't say anything to you. I couldnt bring myself to acknowledge you PETER. You too away two years of my life. I lost friends because of you. I nearly lost my relationship with my family because of you PETER.
I was telling you about how much I was interested in a new guy I'd met, and you were awful about him. SO what if there was a 12 year age gap, you had a 30 year age gap. And you know what PETER, I still see him and I'm still happy! I know your boyfriend is probably fed up of the fact your name is PETER. He did seem like a PETER related pushover though. I hope he sees sense and gets the fuck away from you. You are poison PETER. Pure hated poison. You ruin anything you do.
SO thankyou, for taking the fucking hint (you took your sweet old time!) PETER.
Peters-Non-Fan-Girl
All the bands you dragged me to see thought your cupcakes were dumb PETER. They thought you were a pathetic little child. Fan-girl. Obsessive little fan-girl FREAK! They would catch my eye and roll their eyes because of you PETER.
The last time I saw you, you were crying. Sobbing in the middle of a crowded room. Making sure people were looking at you. Blaming me. You brought it on yourself. I didn't say anything to you. I couldnt bring myself to acknowledge you PETER. You too away two years of my life. I lost friends because of you. I nearly lost my relationship with my family because of you PETER.
I was telling you about how much I was interested in a new guy I'd met, and you were awful about him. SO what if there was a 12 year age gap, you had a 30 year age gap. And you know what PETER, I still see him and I'm still happy! I know your boyfriend is probably fed up of the fact your name is PETER. He did seem like a PETER related pushover though. I hope he sees sense and gets the fuck away from you. You are poison PETER. Pure hated poison. You ruin anything you do.
SO thankyou, for taking the fucking hint (you took your sweet old time!) PETER.
Peters-Non-Fan-Girl
I HATE PETER WHO THINKS "THE RIDERS" IS A GOOD BOOK
Dear Peter
WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!
Did you think the riders was a good book? IT WASN'T. A story is meant to have an ending!
I hate your lack of speech marks in cloudstreet. HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT T USE THEM?
I hate how it takes you 15 FUCKING PAGES to describe ONE SIMPLE THING.
I hate how you describe old man balls in such great detail.
I hate that you were ever able to get all you horrid books published.
I hate the fact you learnt how the write in the first place.
I hate your stupid fucking pony tail.
I hate having to read such shitty time consuming books by you.
I hate how I have to find deep meaning in your shit books.
If I ever meet you I will read you one of these books by you and then you won't like them!
Please NEVER write ANYTHING EVER AGAIN!!
much hate from I use speech marks
ps "I hate you!" She said
WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!
Did you think the riders was a good book? IT WASN'T. A story is meant to have an ending!
I hate your lack of speech marks in cloudstreet. HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT T USE THEM?
I hate how it takes you 15 FUCKING PAGES to describe ONE SIMPLE THING.
I hate how you describe old man balls in such great detail.
I hate that you were ever able to get all you horrid books published.
I hate the fact you learnt how the write in the first place.
I hate your stupid fucking pony tail.
I hate having to read such shitty time consuming books by you.
I hate how I have to find deep meaning in your shit books.
If I ever meet you I will read you one of these books by you and then you won't like them!
Please NEVER write ANYTHING EVER AGAIN!!
much hate from I use speech marks
ps "I hate you!" She said
I HATE PETER WHO SMOKES NOW
Dear Peter
it is all very nice you enjoy going to parties and drinking but if you are going to ask people to come it would be nice to be asked.
Also what ever happened to your thoughts on smoking be gross and stupid and now you go to parties and smoking is totally awesome?
Screw you Peter!!!!!
it is all very nice you enjoy going to parties and drinking but if you are going to ask people to come it would be nice to be asked.
Also what ever happened to your thoughts on smoking be gross and stupid and now you go to parties and smoking is totally awesome?
Screw you Peter!!!!!
I HATE PETER WHO IS A MAN-STEALING WHORE
Dear Peter, sorry to tell you in such a middle-school way, but FUCK YOU. You have said for years and years that your my bestfriend, but really, you are not. I am too good for you. I defended you when you were being picked on, i stood up for you when people said that you were a whore, even though you are a whore, and i have done nothing but protect you and support you. Thanks a Fucking ton for dating the man i loved for over three years. And thanks for hurting him. Oh, yeah, and thanks for making every guy i've ever loved fall for you. Logically i should assume that it's not your fault, but actually it is, because you throw yourself at them. Until yesterday, i thought i had forgiven you for everything, but as of ten minutes ago when the guy i like confessed his undying love for you to me, i think i hate you again. Go have sex with every guy you see, i know you want to, don't even pretent to restrain yourself, ho-bag. When you get preggo, i'm going to laugh, not even giggle, i'm going to flat out laugh. And while you are in your second devorce, i'm going to be happily married.
Sincerely, Story of my life.
p.s. i know you were out with him until 3 last night, you really thought i wouldn't know? thanks so much. i'll never cry over the crap you do again.
Sincerely, Story of my life.
p.s. i know you were out with him until 3 last night, you really thought i wouldn't know? thanks so much. i'll never cry over the crap you do again.
I HATE PETER WHO TOLD ME I WAS HIS SOULMATE
Hey Peter. Remeber me? The girl you told you loved? Every single
night, you would tell me you love me. I'm your "soulmate". Your
everything? Yeah. Fuck you! I hate you so much! You broke my heart.
You changed me as a person. I used to be confident. Yeah, I was the
heartbreaker. But it was unintentional! I felt like shit whenever I
made someone sad! But you? You don't give a shit. You don't care about
anything. You just want to have sex. It's the only thing on your mind.
We were never dating (however everyone knew about us), but you
gradually stopped talking to me and went back to your ex. Fuck you. I
hate you. Even recently, you told me you missed me, missed us, wanted
things to go back to the way they were. But then what? YOUR FUCKING
HER AGAIN!!! You're gross! Don't talk to me. You'll read this and know
it's about you, but good. I hate you. You're no longer anything to me.
The first person I ever loved, I never thought it would turn out this
way. Goodbye Peter cause i'm done with your horny/uncommited/slutty/
indecisive/untrustworthy ass.
Xoxo
The girl from above the theater
night, you would tell me you love me. I'm your "soulmate". Your
everything? Yeah. Fuck you! I hate you so much! You broke my heart.
You changed me as a person. I used to be confident. Yeah, I was the
heartbreaker. But it was unintentional! I felt like shit whenever I
made someone sad! But you? You don't give a shit. You don't care about
anything. You just want to have sex. It's the only thing on your mind.
We were never dating (however everyone knew about us), but you
gradually stopped talking to me and went back to your ex. Fuck you. I
hate you. Even recently, you told me you missed me, missed us, wanted
things to go back to the way they were. But then what? YOUR FUCKING
HER AGAIN!!! You're gross! Don't talk to me. You'll read this and know
it's about you, but good. I hate you. You're no longer anything to me.
The first person I ever loved, I never thought it would turn out this
way. Goodbye Peter cause i'm done with your horny/uncommited/slutty/
indecisive/untrustworthy ass.
Xoxo
The girl from above the theater
I HATE PETER WHO IS WILLING TO DROP ME IN A SECOND FOR SOMEONE ELSE
You are a horrible person. You use everyone around you to make you feel better about yourself. How dare you act like we are friends when you are willing to drop me in a minute for someone else. Best friends my ass, you purposely said horrible things to make me feel inferior to you, and I was insecure enough to believe you. You knew about my family history and you used the emotionally problems that stemmed from it to your advantage. You are not all that pretty, inside or outside. In fact, you would be a hell of a lot prettier if you stopped dressing like Lady Gaga and wore some clothes that are suitable for a 23 year old. I know you are an artist, so in your mind it is totally acceptable for you to wear ugly glasses from the 80's and huge fashion jewelry...but it makes you look ridiculous. For the past 8 years you have made me feel unattractive and bad about myself with your stupid fucking size 2 body, and that fact that guys fall head over heels for you because you look like the type that will sleep with them. But I am finally realizing that I am more mature and more promising than you will ever be. I will never fall for your tricks or forgive you again. I know you won't care because I mean nothing to you, and that is fine because I am not doing this to spite you, I am doing this to better me.
I HATE PETER WHO I CAN'T FIND A SINGLE THING BAD TO SAY ABOUT
I thought I had found everything I wanted. I couldn't name a downside to you, when you told me nothing could happen between us anymore I tried so hard to bitch about you to my friends but I couldn't find a single thing to say! I just want to know what your intentions were, did you really use me? You've confused me, I feel so insecure. I look at you and I think No, you couldn't have used me, you're the loveliest person, never wanted to hurt anyone, just wanted everything to be good between, that you loved me, just that you couldn't be in a relationship right now. But then I look at the situation.. we started talking you made me fall for you and reassured me we could be in a relationship after we met a few times, we met one day, the next weekend you took me to yours to stay the weekend, TOOK MY VIRGINITY and then told me we can only be friends for now. I want to just scream, you have messed me up. I HATE YOU FOR DOING THIS TO ME. Even if it wasnt your intentions to use me, you still reassured me we would be together. WHY DO THAT?! I trusted you, and now I can't get over you. For some reason I don't want too. You called things off 2 weeks ago, saying that it would cost too much to keep driving down, how you need someone near you to cheer you up from family problems.. DID YOU ONLY JUST REALISE THAT?! Why reassure me if you KNEW it couldnt work?! ARGH.
2 weeks on and OH LOOK WHAT I FOUND! PETER IS IN A RELATIONSHIP! WELL FUCK ME! seriously ARGH. You and me had feelings for each other for about a month before we almost got into an official relationship, but 2 fucking weeks and now you're in one with your best friend?! and you had the cheek to pick her up from work and bring her back to your house whist I was staying with you for the weekend. You just left me to sit and watch her flirt with you, I could tell you didn't have feelings for her, but still it upset me to have to watch that. You're not in love with her, you're in love with love. But now I'm screwed. You've left me in pieces, not knowing what to do. I was so sure.
YOU'RE AN ABSOLUTE PRICK PETER!
Lots of hate from
The used and insecure.
2 weeks on and OH LOOK WHAT I FOUND! PETER IS IN A RELATIONSHIP! WELL FUCK ME! seriously ARGH. You and me had feelings for each other for about a month before we almost got into an official relationship, but 2 fucking weeks and now you're in one with your best friend?! and you had the cheek to pick her up from work and bring her back to your house whist I was staying with you for the weekend. You just left me to sit and watch her flirt with you, I could tell you didn't have feelings for her, but still it upset me to have to watch that. You're not in love with her, you're in love with love. But now I'm screwed. You've left me in pieces, not knowing what to do. I was so sure.
YOU'RE AN ABSOLUTE PRICK PETER!
Lots of hate from
The used and insecure.
I HATE PETER WHO IS IN MY CLASS
Dearest Peter,
You and I used to be the best of friends. Whatever happened to that? You won't even look at me in the halls anymore, much less speak to me.
Hell, that isn't even the worst thing about it. You are acting this way because I didn't want to tell you about the horribly painful thing that was going on in my life. I will call it "The Hunger."
I felt like I couldn't trust anyone with "The Hunger," much less a paranoid little shit like you. Thanks, Peter. You made my Middle School days miserable.
As you stopped talking, so did my other friends. I know you well, Peter. You may not do a whole lot of talking near me, but you do a whole lot of talking to them. Talking of awful things, knife words so they come to you and stop coming to me. I know how you work.
I know the chemicals that make up your brain. I've known you since I was three. You don't forgive and forget... You want revenge. You want to go down and bring everyone else with you.
I blame your Mom. The twisted, spazzy little shit person who is JUST LIKE YOU. Think about it. I got you that book you wanted for your B-Day when you said you really wanted it. Your mother made a "Family Decision" to make you not read it until you were thirteen. Who DOES that? I'm not surprised your dad had an affair. I think he is much happier with that other woman.
When your mom FINALLY got a divorce, she tried to get rid of anything that ever had to do with him. She died your little sister's hair DARK BROWN instead of that pretty, Alice in Wonderland blonde so she wouldn't look like her dad. I think your mom has serious mental problems.
You never wear color anymore. You used to be a super bright person, with pink gauchos and a white top. You don't ever wear anything but black.
Thanks, Peter. I hope you go bald.
- PO'd in Pennsylvainia
You and I used to be the best of friends. Whatever happened to that? You won't even look at me in the halls anymore, much less speak to me.
Hell, that isn't even the worst thing about it. You are acting this way because I didn't want to tell you about the horribly painful thing that was going on in my life. I will call it "The Hunger."
I felt like I couldn't trust anyone with "The Hunger," much less a paranoid little shit like you. Thanks, Peter. You made my Middle School days miserable.
As you stopped talking, so did my other friends. I know you well, Peter. You may not do a whole lot of talking near me, but you do a whole lot of talking to them. Talking of awful things, knife words so they come to you and stop coming to me. I know how you work.
I know the chemicals that make up your brain. I've known you since I was three. You don't forgive and forget... You want revenge. You want to go down and bring everyone else with you.
I blame your Mom. The twisted, spazzy little shit person who is JUST LIKE YOU. Think about it. I got you that book you wanted for your B-Day when you said you really wanted it. Your mother made a "Family Decision" to make you not read it until you were thirteen. Who DOES that? I'm not surprised your dad had an affair. I think he is much happier with that other woman.
When your mom FINALLY got a divorce, she tried to get rid of anything that ever had to do with him. She died your little sister's hair DARK BROWN instead of that pretty, Alice in Wonderland blonde so she wouldn't look like her dad. I think your mom has serious mental problems.
You never wear color anymore. You used to be a super bright person, with pink gauchos and a white top. You don't ever wear anything but black.
Thanks, Peter. I hope you go bald.
- PO'd in Pennsylvainia
I HATE PETER WHO ONLY LOVED ME FOR 6 WEEKS
Dear Peter,
I don't think I'll ever stop loving you. I know you only loved me for those 6 weeks, I don't even know if you actually did or not. But one thing is obvious. It's almost been three years now I still can't stop loving you. You broke my heart. OVER FUCKING MSN. Played with my heart for months, sending me soooo many fucking mixed messages, telling me it was MY fault, and when I do pour my heart out to you, you'd always reject me. One second you'd be telling me how cute I am, saying you'd do all this dirty shit to me, then the next second say you want nothing to do with me.
So after a year, I move on a FINALLY get a boyfriend. Then you get a girlfriend. I was your first. You're over-weight, annoying, and the bottom of the food-chain. i was the top, and I dated you. What do you pick? THE SLUTTIEST AND TRASHIEST TRAMP IN THE SCHOOL. I cry my eyes out for hours, it hurts almost as much as when you broke my heart the first time. But you know what's SO FUCKING FUNNY?!? You and trash-fucker lasted FOUR WEEKS. Me and "Hobbit" lasted almost 9 months! I guess that shows who the committed one really is. Wait, no. SHE DUMPED YOU. CAUSE YOU WERE FUCKING WEIRD. Funny shit right therr.
But at the end of the "Hobbit" (actually two days before the end) you were there again.
"You're fucking sexy"
"I wanna show you how to ride a real cock"
You were supplying me with my number one fantasy; fucking you. So, I messed around those two nights. Putting friendships, heart-break, and pretty much a life on the line. Hoping that you'd take me back after almost two years. But no. I break up with "Hobbit" and you STILL don't want me. I took the guys virginity! I wanted to take your's! BUT YOU WERE TOO MUCH OF A FUCKING PUSSY! So, two months later, I start dating your best friend. And everything is amazing. I stop wanting you, you stop talking to me, everything's perfect.
OOPS. NEVER MIND. This fucking summer. You tell me this fucking summer that you wanted to fuck me, that you still wanted me when you dated white-trash, and that you'd drop everything to fuck me now. THANKS BUDDY. NOW THAT'S ALL THAT'S EVER ON MY MIND NOW. So, almost three years later. It's still killing me. Thanks.
All I want to know is, WHY AM I NOT DATEABLE HUH? I'm a pageant winner, I'm on Reach for the Top, I play all the sports, I love completely and passionately. I love you for you. Good luck EVER finding a girl like me out there, cause there's NO ONE out there who'll love you like I love you. Asshole.
I wish you never asked me out. I wish I never told you that I loved you. I wish I never answered that text. I hate you. I love you. I want you. Fuck you, Peter. Fuck you.
Forever yours at any moment,
Pissed and love-struck in Canada.
I don't think I'll ever stop loving you. I know you only loved me for those 6 weeks, I don't even know if you actually did or not. But one thing is obvious. It's almost been three years now I still can't stop loving you. You broke my heart. OVER FUCKING MSN. Played with my heart for months, sending me soooo many fucking mixed messages, telling me it was MY fault, and when I do pour my heart out to you, you'd always reject me. One second you'd be telling me how cute I am, saying you'd do all this dirty shit to me, then the next second say you want nothing to do with me.
So after a year, I move on a FINALLY get a boyfriend. Then you get a girlfriend. I was your first. You're over-weight, annoying, and the bottom of the food-chain. i was the top, and I dated you. What do you pick? THE SLUTTIEST AND TRASHIEST TRAMP IN THE SCHOOL. I cry my eyes out for hours, it hurts almost as much as when you broke my heart the first time. But you know what's SO FUCKING FUNNY?!? You and trash-fucker lasted FOUR WEEKS. Me and "Hobbit" lasted almost 9 months! I guess that shows who the committed one really is. Wait, no. SHE DUMPED YOU. CAUSE YOU WERE FUCKING WEIRD. Funny shit right therr.
But at the end of the "Hobbit" (actually two days before the end) you were there again.
"You're fucking sexy"
"I wanna show you how to ride a real cock"
You were supplying me with my number one fantasy; fucking you. So, I messed around those two nights. Putting friendships, heart-break, and pretty much a life on the line. Hoping that you'd take me back after almost two years. But no. I break up with "Hobbit" and you STILL don't want me. I took the guys virginity! I wanted to take your's! BUT YOU WERE TOO MUCH OF A FUCKING PUSSY! So, two months later, I start dating your best friend. And everything is amazing. I stop wanting you, you stop talking to me, everything's perfect.
OOPS. NEVER MIND. This fucking summer. You tell me this fucking summer that you wanted to fuck me, that you still wanted me when you dated white-trash, and that you'd drop everything to fuck me now. THANKS BUDDY. NOW THAT'S ALL THAT'S EVER ON MY MIND NOW. So, almost three years later. It's still killing me. Thanks.
All I want to know is, WHY AM I NOT DATEABLE HUH? I'm a pageant winner, I'm on Reach for the Top, I play all the sports, I love completely and passionately. I love you for you. Good luck EVER finding a girl like me out there, cause there's NO ONE out there who'll love you like I love you. Asshole.
I wish you never asked me out. I wish I never told you that I loved you. I wish I never answered that text. I hate you. I love you. I want you. Fuck you, Peter. Fuck you.
Forever yours at any moment,
Pissed and love-struck in Canada.
I HATE PETER WHO TAKES MYSPACE PHOTOS AND DISCUSSES HER HAIR
I HATE PETER AND ALL THAT WHOLE GROUP OF PETERS
You just sit around at lunch time laughing about everyone else's misfortunes, taking Myspace photos and discussing your hair and latest infatuation with a stranger you chatted on MSN with. Cussing and slacking off in class, laughing, always laughing. Not a care in the world other than your bloody hair!
Then when you get home you pull down your disgusting t-shirt that doesn't cover your belly button nor your breasts, straighten that greasy mop of hair, pull on a pair of leggings, pour masses of foundation and eye liner on your face, walk into the bathroom and take a slutty photo with the focus on your tissue stuffed bra! You hop onto the computer, possibly cussing at your mum on the way then write the caption on Facebook describing your utter hatred of your face and/or how fat you are so there is a large response of your beautiful and "dardy" (whatever that means) you look.
Then when all you PETER'S join up at parties you stand around on the sidelines, nibbling on a carrot and laughing at how stupid my friends and I look doing the robot in the middle of the dance floor.
I'm sick of you Peter, all of you! Your awfully bad grammar and incredibly high buns!
I don't care anymore, I will stay out of your way. All I ask of you is to stop enticing my friends with your satanic nature!
Sincerely Peter Hater!
You just sit around at lunch time laughing about everyone else's misfortunes, taking Myspace photos and discussing your hair and latest infatuation with a stranger you chatted on MSN with. Cussing and slacking off in class, laughing, always laughing. Not a care in the world other than your bloody hair!
Then when you get home you pull down your disgusting t-shirt that doesn't cover your belly button nor your breasts, straighten that greasy mop of hair, pull on a pair of leggings, pour masses of foundation and eye liner on your face, walk into the bathroom and take a slutty photo with the focus on your tissue stuffed bra! You hop onto the computer, possibly cussing at your mum on the way then write the caption on Facebook describing your utter hatred of your face and/or how fat you are so there is a large response of your beautiful and "dardy" (whatever that means) you look.
Then when all you PETER'S join up at parties you stand around on the sidelines, nibbling on a carrot and laughing at how stupid my friends and I look doing the robot in the middle of the dance floor.
I'm sick of you Peter, all of you! Your awfully bad grammar and incredibly high buns!
I don't care anymore, I will stay out of your way. All I ask of you is to stop enticing my friends with your satanic nature!
Sincerely Peter Hater!
I HATE PETER WHO IS A LITTLE LYING CHEATING SLUT AND A HALF
I hate you Peter. You suck.
Well, Peter, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for making me and my boyfriend's relationship perfect. We are better than ever, and that could have never happened if you weren't a little lying, cheating slut and a half. But here's the downside to you. We used to be friends. Best friends. I would tell you my relationship problems, and you would try to help me. But the irony in this whole situation is that you were trying to break us up the entire time. When you told me about him lying to me, you said it to break us up. When you told me about the other girls he was flirting with, you were trying to break us up. When you would text him and tell him your problems, well, that part you were just being a little bitch. Well, I have news for you. If he would have stayed with you, you both would never had made it through a whole relationship. It would have been another stupid little high school relationship that lasted a week? Maybe a week and a day. But that's if you're lucky. But I'm still thankful for all the things you have done for me. Thank you Peter.
-me
Well, Peter, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for making me and my boyfriend's relationship perfect. We are better than ever, and that could have never happened if you weren't a little lying, cheating slut and a half. But here's the downside to you. We used to be friends. Best friends. I would tell you my relationship problems, and you would try to help me. But the irony in this whole situation is that you were trying to break us up the entire time. When you told me about him lying to me, you said it to break us up. When you told me about the other girls he was flirting with, you were trying to break us up. When you would text him and tell him your problems, well, that part you were just being a little bitch. Well, I have news for you. If he would have stayed with you, you both would never had made it through a whole relationship. It would have been another stupid little high school relationship that lasted a week? Maybe a week and a day. But that's if you're lucky. But I'm still thankful for all the things you have done for me. Thank you Peter.
-me
I HATE PETER WHO IS A FRENCH BIPOLAR BITCH
Peter,
I wasted 3 years with you. You fucked up my head worse then my last girlfriend, whom you thought you were so much better than, but your not. All you are is bipolar, with delusions of grandeur, you really believe you can achieve your dreams? An ambassador of peace? Someone can't be selfish to accomplish that, idiotic or non-logical! You used me for so many things, you mentally tortured me, you made me feel so low, and I did the opposite, how could I possibly have loved you? I don't hate you, I just want you to fail at everything, your dreams, tes amoureux, and cry yourself to sleep at night! Oh yeah, and have your precious mother die from her disgusting habit of smoking as soon as possible, by the way, remember how you told me that you were afraid to become like her? An old bitter french woman, who married drunks and the only one who was good enough got a divorce from her? Having a good time in Belgium? Good cause thats the last of it, your gonna fail! Karma is a bitch, and you got a lot of it coming your way! Using words to get me to stay and give you so much attention, chasing you, while you flirted with other guys, and fucking them too! What the hell is wrong with you? You had it all, a beautiful boyfriend, american boyfriend, time to study but getting love on so many different levels and you had to do nothing in return. It was nothing for me to lose, but everything for you! Thank god I have the sense to deny the bipolar manuplative, cold hearted, selfish, fake whore of a bitch that you are when you DO come back to me AGAIN!
Did I mention that I'm going to be the one to become a diplomat? Thats what I want to be now, and I always get what I want, just like how I wanted to you to go away again, only to come back to me again one day and I can just say "ha, tu as eu ta occasion, en fait 10 fois adieu (pour toi) !" Yeah, I'm sleeping with a diplomate now, she works for Japan, and I'm meeting a lot of amazing people cause this postgraduate that I'm doing in England has gotten me to meet people from oxford, cambridge and all over the world who are involved in that!
Sincerely,
A-now-international-fuck-machine-and-so-much-better-than-you-can-EVER-BE
I wasted 3 years with you. You fucked up my head worse then my last girlfriend, whom you thought you were so much better than, but your not. All you are is bipolar, with delusions of grandeur, you really believe you can achieve your dreams? An ambassador of peace? Someone can't be selfish to accomplish that, idiotic or non-logical! You used me for so many things, you mentally tortured me, you made me feel so low, and I did the opposite, how could I possibly have loved you? I don't hate you, I just want you to fail at everything, your dreams, tes amoureux, and cry yourself to sleep at night! Oh yeah, and have your precious mother die from her disgusting habit of smoking as soon as possible, by the way, remember how you told me that you were afraid to become like her? An old bitter french woman, who married drunks and the only one who was good enough got a divorce from her? Having a good time in Belgium? Good cause thats the last of it, your gonna fail! Karma is a bitch, and you got a lot of it coming your way! Using words to get me to stay and give you so much attention, chasing you, while you flirted with other guys, and fucking them too! What the hell is wrong with you? You had it all, a beautiful boyfriend, american boyfriend, time to study but getting love on so many different levels and you had to do nothing in return. It was nothing for me to lose, but everything for you! Thank god I have the sense to deny the bipolar manuplative, cold hearted, selfish, fake whore of a bitch that you are when you DO come back to me AGAIN!
Did I mention that I'm going to be the one to become a diplomat? Thats what I want to be now, and I always get what I want, just like how I wanted to you to go away again, only to come back to me again one day and I can just say "ha, tu as eu ta occasion, en fait 10 fois adieu (pour toi) !" Yeah, I'm sleeping with a diplomate now, she works for Japan, and I'm meeting a lot of amazing people cause this postgraduate that I'm doing in England has gotten me to meet people from oxford, cambridge and all over the world who are involved in that!
Sincerely,
A-now-international-fuck-machine-and-so-much-better-than-you-can-EVER-BE
I HATE PETER WHO COMPLETELY TURNED ON ME
Peter, I try and try to bring myself to hate you, but each day I find it increasingly difficult. I do know though, that you are both my favorite and least favorite person in the world. I can't say hate, because hate is the strongest word you can use against a person, and I really don't like hating people.
But I can't believe you would do that to me. You completely turned on me. And I don't know why. We were really good friends and we were every single teenage love song about having fun crammed into one amazing time.
One thing that will forever make me smile is the carnival. Finding out the fun way that you were afraid of heights and were able to hit scream octaves I didn't even know existed was one of the highlights of that day. Having you, your three friends, and me crammed into the tilt-a-whirl unable to move we were so cramped, laughing our heads off at the guy in front of us by himself in his car, spinning so fast due to the weight that I almost puked. On the haunted house, lighting up the ride with your cell phone and laughing at everything, but hitting that scream octave again when the Carnival Worker jumped out at us, and again, me laughing so hard with you as we hear your friends behind us screaming like losers. And then at the end of the night, my favorite part, I was leaving so you walked me to the parking lot and gave me a long hug in front of all your friends, and then like you had been doing all day, you texted me, this time to make sure I was safe at home, and then texting me all night long.
Your spontaneous texts that never failed to make me smile from ear to ear, you always wanting to hang out with me, but my heartbreaking having to reject you every single time because I was already busy. I was so upset about that.
Then, that night happened. I walked 3-4 miles in the rain to come see you, and we planned on "doing things" but I got scared at the last minute and couldn't do it. You held me and told me it was OK. You lied. That night, everything changed. While I was walking home, crying, some people tried to put me in their car. You don't know about this because I never told anyone, but they did. I got home at four in the morning, drenched, heartbroken, and a crying wreck, traumatized from that night's events.
You promised me you weren't going to tell your friends. You lied. You told all of them, and then some. You gave him my phone number, and he tortured me. You made my life miserable. I tried to be nice to you and keep it together, but you just met me with hate. I confronted you and asked you what I did, and you told me nothing, everything was okay. I believed you. You lied again. You constantly give me false hope, and constantly, you crush me. Why Peter? That's all I want to know. Why?
Now I pass you in the hallways and I can't even stand to be in the same room with you. I get terrified that you're going to do something to me. I can't look at you, for fear that you'll see what's really lying behind my eyes. That I desperately just want you back. I want my friend, the one who wasn't afraid to scream like a girl in front of me, hug me in front of his now demeaning friends, and text me to make sure I got home safe. I miss you so much.
But then I think back to what you did, and I think of myself as an idiot for wanting you back. I constantly cry over you, and I constantly wonder why I do. You were my friend once, but you turned on me and hurt me. You should be no more than a speck of dust in the corner to me. But you hurt me just by breathing the same air as me.
And that's why I strongly dislike you Peter. Because I am unable to move on from the past. I still have hope that we can be friends again, even though I know I'm just dreaming.
I miss you, but I have to let you go.
Goodbye Peter.
- Feeling Like A Sad Country Song
But I can't believe you would do that to me. You completely turned on me. And I don't know why. We were really good friends and we were every single teenage love song about having fun crammed into one amazing time.
One thing that will forever make me smile is the carnival. Finding out the fun way that you were afraid of heights and were able to hit scream octaves I didn't even know existed was one of the highlights of that day. Having you, your three friends, and me crammed into the tilt-a-whirl unable to move we were so cramped, laughing our heads off at the guy in front of us by himself in his car, spinning so fast due to the weight that I almost puked. On the haunted house, lighting up the ride with your cell phone and laughing at everything, but hitting that scream octave again when the Carnival Worker jumped out at us, and again, me laughing so hard with you as we hear your friends behind us screaming like losers. And then at the end of the night, my favorite part, I was leaving so you walked me to the parking lot and gave me a long hug in front of all your friends, and then like you had been doing all day, you texted me, this time to make sure I was safe at home, and then texting me all night long.
Your spontaneous texts that never failed to make me smile from ear to ear, you always wanting to hang out with me, but my heartbreaking having to reject you every single time because I was already busy. I was so upset about that.
Then, that night happened. I walked 3-4 miles in the rain to come see you, and we planned on "doing things" but I got scared at the last minute and couldn't do it. You held me and told me it was OK. You lied. That night, everything changed. While I was walking home, crying, some people tried to put me in their car. You don't know about this because I never told anyone, but they did. I got home at four in the morning, drenched, heartbroken, and a crying wreck, traumatized from that night's events.
You promised me you weren't going to tell your friends. You lied. You told all of them, and then some. You gave him my phone number, and he tortured me. You made my life miserable. I tried to be nice to you and keep it together, but you just met me with hate. I confronted you and asked you what I did, and you told me nothing, everything was okay. I believed you. You lied again. You constantly give me false hope, and constantly, you crush me. Why Peter? That's all I want to know. Why?
Now I pass you in the hallways and I can't even stand to be in the same room with you. I get terrified that you're going to do something to me. I can't look at you, for fear that you'll see what's really lying behind my eyes. That I desperately just want you back. I want my friend, the one who wasn't afraid to scream like a girl in front of me, hug me in front of his now demeaning friends, and text me to make sure I got home safe. I miss you so much.
But then I think back to what you did, and I think of myself as an idiot for wanting you back. I constantly cry over you, and I constantly wonder why I do. You were my friend once, but you turned on me and hurt me. You should be no more than a speck of dust in the corner to me. But you hurt me just by breathing the same air as me.
And that's why I strongly dislike you Peter. Because I am unable to move on from the past. I still have hope that we can be friends again, even though I know I'm just dreaming.
I miss you, but I have to let you go.
Goodbye Peter.
- Feeling Like A Sad Country Song
I HATE PETER WHO DID IT TO ME AGAIN
I hate you peter for what you did to me this week, AGAIN! I hate you peter because you are just fucking with me and exploiting my weakest and deepest thoughts I have shared with you. I hate you for saying you loved me, but you were only using me for money and to buy you new shoes, and .....
I hate you peter for chosing someone who is saying they will beat you up if you don't do exactly what you say. I hate you for all the lies, the jokama-pokama-hokama bullshit way you looked me in the eyes and said YOU LOVE me when we had sex. I hate you peter for accusing me of stealing your personal information and your privacy, when it is the low life trash you chose over me that brags about doing it. I hate you peter for threatening me when I was the only one being there for you for so long. I hate you peter for once again crushing my soul and stabbing my heart, and not even caring that you did it. I most of all hate you peter for the mistrust and the lies you showed to me, when I was the only one being truthful.
I am a great person and will find others in my life to care, I hate you peter because you have chosen to lower yourself to the scum level of him, after exposing me to aids. I hate you peter for accusing me of giving you the aids on pupose, even after I showed you test after test that I am Hiv free.
I hate you peter because you are mentally ill and need to be on medications yet you allow that piece of shit to convince you to stop taking your medications.
Good bye Peter, i hate you.
I hate you peter for chosing someone who is saying they will beat you up if you don't do exactly what you say. I hate you for all the lies, the jokama-pokama-hokama bullshit way you looked me in the eyes and said YOU LOVE me when we had sex. I hate you peter for accusing me of stealing your personal information and your privacy, when it is the low life trash you chose over me that brags about doing it. I hate you peter for threatening me when I was the only one being there for you for so long. I hate you peter for once again crushing my soul and stabbing my heart, and not even caring that you did it. I most of all hate you peter for the mistrust and the lies you showed to me, when I was the only one being truthful.
I am a great person and will find others in my life to care, I hate you peter because you have chosen to lower yourself to the scum level of him, after exposing me to aids. I hate you peter for accusing me of giving you the aids on pupose, even after I showed you test after test that I am Hiv free.
I hate you peter because you are mentally ill and need to be on medications yet you allow that piece of shit to convince you to stop taking your medications.
Good bye Peter, i hate you.
I HATE PETER WHO EXPOSED ME TO AIDS
I hate you peter for doing what you did to me for the second time. I hate you for cutting me out of your life when I was the only one there helping you and being honest to you. I hate you peter for not allowing me to defend the lies others told about me. I hate you peter for letting others get your email and phone number access codes and for letting them read all of your secrets, yet you told me that you blamed me for doing it. I hate that others were allowed to read all of my private letters to you, that others have told you that you either eliminate me or them, when I would never force you to make such a choie. I hate that you chose letting go of my deep and forever love to you for someone who will threaten you to make you do what they want, will take your money, and talks about you like your a piece of shit. I hate you peter for saying you loved me when you didn't, and for exposing me to aids when you didn't have to. I hate you Peter for making me fall in love with and then breaking my heart in the worst of all ways. I hate that I was the last one you called when you were pissed off and mad at the world, and then you turned all of your hate and bad treatment to me. I hate that I was always there for you and you continued to treat me like shit. I hate that you told me I am a liar, when you never opened your mouth without lying to me ... telling me all that jokama hokama bullshitama to get me to do what you wanted.
Good luck to me you total asshole peter!
Good luck to me you total asshole peter!
I HATE PETER WHO SAID HE WOULD NEVER MAKE ME CRY
Dear Peter,
I hate the fact that after almost two years I love you so much. Yet at the same time, I want to forget that you ever existed. You hurt me so much, yet you won't get out of my head. I met a new guy. He loves me so much and asked me to marry him. I can't say yes though until I get this off my chest. I FUCKING HATE YOU. You lied you said you would never make me cry. That is one of this biggest lies you have ever told. I cry all the time. I cry so much it hurts. You said you would always be there for me. Yea well where were you when I was bleeding to death in the hospital after having a miscarriage. Where were you when I tried to kill myself because I lost your baby. Where were you... Where were you... Oh yea you were cheating on me. You lied when you told me you loved me. You can't love anyone. You don't love yourself. You get drunk and go fuck stupid roller derby whores in detroit. I just want you to know that you lost the best thing that you ever had. I HATE YOU. I am going to marry a real man. A man that will be there no matter what. Peter though you will probally never read this, this is my last to you. I hate you.
Hating you in Hammy.
I hate the fact that after almost two years I love you so much. Yet at the same time, I want to forget that you ever existed. You hurt me so much, yet you won't get out of my head. I met a new guy. He loves me so much and asked me to marry him. I can't say yes though until I get this off my chest. I FUCKING HATE YOU. You lied you said you would never make me cry. That is one of this biggest lies you have ever told. I cry all the time. I cry so much it hurts. You said you would always be there for me. Yea well where were you when I was bleeding to death in the hospital after having a miscarriage. Where were you when I tried to kill myself because I lost your baby. Where were you... Where were you... Oh yea you were cheating on me. You lied when you told me you loved me. You can't love anyone. You don't love yourself. You get drunk and go fuck stupid roller derby whores in detroit. I just want you to know that you lost the best thing that you ever had. I HATE YOU. I am going to marry a real man. A man that will be there no matter what. Peter though you will probally never read this, this is my last to you. I hate you.
Hating you in Hammy.
I HATE PETER WHO IS A BUNCH OF FAT SLOBS
Dear Peters (yes all three of you),
You are lazy and as a result a bunch of fat slobs. On top of that you are the most hypocritical cluster of fucked up morons I have ever encountered in my entire life. Each and every one of you is your own special brand of smug stupidity and I don't speak to you because I crave intelligent conversation, and talking to you is like lining up my brain cells one by one and executing them. Thank goodness I am nothing like you. You think that just because you are giving me a roof over my head and you go to church that you can talk to others like they are nothing. You say I am disrespectful and you treat me and my husband as if we are the worst evil creatures you have ever encountered. In truth you are the worst examples of the Christian faith. People like you are why others refuse to go to church. You judge others while you play in your own emotionally stunted filth. You are cruel to your children. You have no respect for yourselves and others and you have no sense of style. I am ashamed to call you in-laws. It is an understatement to call you the dregs of society but I am unsure of what else to call you. Well, since I'm writing this, I might as well give it a try.
If the most diseased mangy dog in the world were to defecate, that excrement would have more intelligence and nobility of character than you have in the crusty fat pinky toe on your stinking left feet. Why you were allowed to reproduce and yield yet another little horror story of a human being into the world I shall never know. Dead skunks are more desirable dinner guests. Your presence is like being slowly eaten by bacteria and being lucid for every hideously painful sensation.
I have been friends with the kind of people you look down upon, (homosexuals, atheists, anyone with an opinion), and you would call them and me evil and backwards. You think hate crimes against homosexuals are acceptable. That in itself speaks of your lack of humanity. You have made a choice to be the idiotic cretins that your are without shame, and yet you complain about not being who you want to be. You hunger for hatred while speaking of love, you glean evil from what could be good, you find filth where there is beauty and you amass it around yourselves then complain about it.
In truth, I no longer have the energy nor the time to hate you. I hope you make better choices, but doubt that you will.
Sincerely,
(coming up with a snappy nickname as relates to you was not worth my time)
You are lazy and as a result a bunch of fat slobs. On top of that you are the most hypocritical cluster of fucked up morons I have ever encountered in my entire life. Each and every one of you is your own special brand of smug stupidity and I don't speak to you because I crave intelligent conversation, and talking to you is like lining up my brain cells one by one and executing them. Thank goodness I am nothing like you. You think that just because you are giving me a roof over my head and you go to church that you can talk to others like they are nothing. You say I am disrespectful and you treat me and my husband as if we are the worst evil creatures you have ever encountered. In truth you are the worst examples of the Christian faith. People like you are why others refuse to go to church. You judge others while you play in your own emotionally stunted filth. You are cruel to your children. You have no respect for yourselves and others and you have no sense of style. I am ashamed to call you in-laws. It is an understatement to call you the dregs of society but I am unsure of what else to call you. Well, since I'm writing this, I might as well give it a try.
If the most diseased mangy dog in the world were to defecate, that excrement would have more intelligence and nobility of character than you have in the crusty fat pinky toe on your stinking left feet. Why you were allowed to reproduce and yield yet another little horror story of a human being into the world I shall never know. Dead skunks are more desirable dinner guests. Your presence is like being slowly eaten by bacteria and being lucid for every hideously painful sensation.
I have been friends with the kind of people you look down upon, (homosexuals, atheists, anyone with an opinion), and you would call them and me evil and backwards. You think hate crimes against homosexuals are acceptable. That in itself speaks of your lack of humanity. You have made a choice to be the idiotic cretins that your are without shame, and yet you complain about not being who you want to be. You hunger for hatred while speaking of love, you glean evil from what could be good, you find filth where there is beauty and you amass it around yourselves then complain about it.
In truth, I no longer have the energy nor the time to hate you. I hope you make better choices, but doubt that you will.
Sincerely,
(coming up with a snappy nickname as relates to you was not worth my time)
I HATE PETER WHO PICKED THE POPULAR GIRL
Dear Peter,
So you're going out now? With that pretty girl that is just the stupidest thing in this world? Out of all the smart and handsome girls, you pick the popular one. She's tall, skinny, funny, and dumb. That's why she's funny, cause she has nothing in her head but dust. And besides you liked my friend before her. She told me that you asked her out but she had no interest in you. Then you just go and ask that little princess out? Now you're just obsessed with her. Calling her cheesy nicknames and she actually answers back. She calls you "darling" that's just so lame. People call their lovers darling when they're 30 not in their teens. I admit that she has a good personality. But that's all she has, a darn good personality. Peter, I ruined my life because of you. I felt you slipping away from me. So I started to give up on you I found a new men. He ruined me even more. If you hadn't gone out with her, I would still be happy. Peter you narrow minded fool. You never looked at me. You had this thing for pretty girls though. I know that your bias for those girls with long eyelashs, big eyes, and small faces. So what if I'm not all that? No one's perfect in this world. But I congradulate you Peter. Lucky man you are. But how dare you eat lunch with her today at school. Now all the boys sit with their girlfriends. While I sit alone with the solo fools. I broke up with my boyfriend for you. It's been four months but he still isn't looking at me. But the funny thing is. I don't like you, I'm just mad at you Peter. After breaking up with a man I loved, I cannot love anyone else for a while. I don't get tingly for you. I guess this is the end for my one-sided love. But whenever you feel like it, take a chance on me.
Love, the lonely girl in sweat pants
So you're going out now? With that pretty girl that is just the stupidest thing in this world? Out of all the smart and handsome girls, you pick the popular one. She's tall, skinny, funny, and dumb. That's why she's funny, cause she has nothing in her head but dust. And besides you liked my friend before her. She told me that you asked her out but she had no interest in you. Then you just go and ask that little princess out? Now you're just obsessed with her. Calling her cheesy nicknames and she actually answers back. She calls you "darling" that's just so lame. People call their lovers darling when they're 30 not in their teens. I admit that she has a good personality. But that's all she has, a darn good personality. Peter, I ruined my life because of you. I felt you slipping away from me. So I started to give up on you I found a new men. He ruined me even more. If you hadn't gone out with her, I would still be happy. Peter you narrow minded fool. You never looked at me. You had this thing for pretty girls though. I know that your bias for those girls with long eyelashs, big eyes, and small faces. So what if I'm not all that? No one's perfect in this world. But I congradulate you Peter. Lucky man you are. But how dare you eat lunch with her today at school. Now all the boys sit with their girlfriends. While I sit alone with the solo fools. I broke up with my boyfriend for you. It's been four months but he still isn't looking at me. But the funny thing is. I don't like you, I'm just mad at you Peter. After breaking up with a man I loved, I cannot love anyone else for a while. I don't get tingly for you. I guess this is the end for my one-sided love. But whenever you feel like it, take a chance on me.
Love, the lonely girl in sweat pants
I HATE PETER WHO STALKED ME
I hate you Peter for stalking me. Sending me texts every minute and sending three texts after I sent one. I told you directly that I wanted you to go slow. I didn't want to go on a date with you on the first day we got together. I didn’t want to meet you at all for a month. I made so many excuses but don't you get it? I said I lost my phone and that my laptop was getting fixed. How could you not get that? You are an idiot, no wonder you didn't get into that college. You make me sick. When I look through my inbox I feel like puking. It's even worse than looking at your face. So I met you, you drove me crazy for four days and I finally gave in. We met for less than two hours and I made an excuse to go home. You walked me to my house and I was afraid that the people next door would see your ugly face. I didn't want to give you a hug and kiss but you made me. You indirectly asked me too and my weak heart gave in again. Ew, Peter you are just retarded. I hope you go fuck yourself. So you want to make it clear that you and me are going out? I DON'T want to. I regret ever telling you that I liked you. You know that letter I sent you telling you that I loved you. It wasn't me. My friend sent that because I wanted her too. But you believed her the whole time. You sent a letter back through her. My gawd Peter, you are a true gayass. You know that I swear often but I've never felt like swearing this much. I want to go up to your face and tell you that you are never going to have another girlfriend. And you know what? You fucking liar. You said that you liked me before I told you my feelings? I heard that you asked a girl out before I told. She said no though. I envy her, how could she be so smart? So I'm not sorry that I broke up with you Peter. I'm even more upset that you said indirectly that we'd get married one day. You piece of crap. So you're going to wait till I graduate from high school? You think I want you to? I'm going to get another boyfriend soon, I lied gosh. This is why life is useless without senses. You know, you have no friends. You play with the under classmen and make them laugh. And you’re PROUD of that, what the hell? You suck at everything, an only child with a big mouth. Why don't you stop changing what others say? When in the world did I say that? And stop giving yourself credit for our breakup. It took me 3 freaking months to make up my mind. For 3 long months I've been kissing and messing around with you. I mean why am I so stupid. I have terrible taste in men, so forgive me. But you know Peter, my last boyfriend was way better than you. And I hated him too!
-the Star Freak
-the Star Freak
I HATE PETER WHO IS MY GRANDPA
Dear Peter,
I hate you. I hate everything about you. Your smile made my day awful. I always hated your jokes. You left her. You left me. You left us. I hate you and I don't need you at all. I can go on all by myself. I hate how you left me and didn't say goodbye. I hate myself for not saying goodbye to a very special person. When I heard, I didn't understand. I ignored it. I didn't realize how much you meant to me. You left me just when I could really look up to you. You left me when I started to mature and learn the real personalities of the elders around me. I hate that you didn't let me learn your personality. The night you left I wasn't there. It kills me now to know that I missed out on you. I hate you because you let my family and your friends know you their whole lives. You weren't in mine long enough. I hate that I didn't know how much I would miss you. You could've been my best friend. I hate you with all my heart, mind, and soul. I hate how you could've taught me all your ways. I'm only 13. I hate how you can't be here to help me with all my problems. I hate how you always yelled at me. But the truth is, I don't hate you. Not one bit. My hate for you is love. I will always love you. I'll miss you. I love you Grandpa. Rest In Peace.
Your 13 Year Old Grandson
I hate you. I hate everything about you. Your smile made my day awful. I always hated your jokes. You left her. You left me. You left us. I hate you and I don't need you at all. I can go on all by myself. I hate how you left me and didn't say goodbye. I hate myself for not saying goodbye to a very special person. When I heard, I didn't understand. I ignored it. I didn't realize how much you meant to me. You left me just when I could really look up to you. You left me when I started to mature and learn the real personalities of the elders around me. I hate that you didn't let me learn your personality. The night you left I wasn't there. It kills me now to know that I missed out on you. I hate you because you let my family and your friends know you their whole lives. You weren't in mine long enough. I hate that I didn't know how much I would miss you. You could've been my best friend. I hate you with all my heart, mind, and soul. I hate how you could've taught me all your ways. I'm only 13. I hate how you can't be here to help me with all my problems. I hate how you always yelled at me. But the truth is, I don't hate you. Not one bit. My hate for you is love. I will always love you. I'll miss you. I love you Grandpa. Rest In Peace.
Your 13 Year Old Grandson
I HATE PETER WHO IS SO PERFECT
I hate Peter for being my best friend. I hate him for being perfect. I hate him
for always getting good grades. I hate him for making people think we come as a
pair. I hate him for not giving me my own identity. I hate him for making people
think I'm stupid. I hate him for being the one who people always have a crush
on. I hate him for making me say "being the one" like we're the same person. I
hate him for liking that we're going to different high schools. I hate him for
being more attractive than me. I hate him for making new friends. I hate him for
overreacting. I hate him for moving past our friendship. I hate him for being
athletic. I hate him for sounding like a man. I hate him for thinking he can
sing. I hate him for making me feel bad when I do things he wants to, but can't.
I hate him for always making me feel guilty about things.
Peter, we had two really great years of friendship... is what I'd like to be
able to say. We really only had one good year of friendship. One whole year of
us being friends was full of fights (caused by you), crying (caused by YOU), and
silent treatments. (CAUSED. BY. YOU.) We haven't had a good day where we haven't
picked at each others nerves in months. I wish that weren't true, but Peter, I
have new friends, good friends, BEST friends. None of us have fought since the
beginning of our friendship.
It was fun... scratch that.
It was nice... scratch that.
It's over.
Goodbye, Peter.
for always getting good grades. I hate him for making people think we come as a
pair. I hate him for not giving me my own identity. I hate him for making people
think I'm stupid. I hate him for being the one who people always have a crush
on. I hate him for making me say "being the one" like we're the same person. I
hate him for liking that we're going to different high schools. I hate him for
being more attractive than me. I hate him for making new friends. I hate him for
overreacting. I hate him for moving past our friendship. I hate him for being
athletic. I hate him for sounding like a man. I hate him for thinking he can
sing. I hate him for making me feel bad when I do things he wants to, but can't.
I hate him for always making me feel guilty about things.
Peter, we had two really great years of friendship... is what I'd like to be
able to say. We really only had one good year of friendship. One whole year of
us being friends was full of fights (caused by you), crying (caused by YOU), and
silent treatments. (CAUSED. BY. YOU.) We haven't had a good day where we haven't
picked at each others nerves in months. I wish that weren't true, but Peter, I
have new friends, good friends, BEST friends. None of us have fought since the
beginning of our friendship.
It was fun... scratch that.
It was nice... scratch that.
It's over.
Goodbye, Peter.
I HATE PETER WHO I MET IN SEVENTH GRADE
I met you in 7th grade and I hate you and me for that. You were the coolest
person that everyone wanted to be friends with. We were BEST friends. We always
vented to each other. We did the same clubs, hung out with the same people.
Then, in 8th grade, the year started out great! We were still best friends and
we were always with each other! Until YOUR BOYFRIEND invited ME to hang out with
him. We hung out ONCE outside of school and because you got mad at me and him
for the situation, we haven't hung out since. So then I apologized. We let the
whole thing go and were friends again. Until I found out you were pretending the
whole time. We haven't been friends since. I miss you. I miss you more than any
friend I've ever lost. Not because you're popular or I'm jealous that other
people are friends with you, but because you still don't trust me.. That hurts
me everyday. I miss you and I hate you for that, Peter.
person that everyone wanted to be friends with. We were BEST friends. We always
vented to each other. We did the same clubs, hung out with the same people.
Then, in 8th grade, the year started out great! We were still best friends and
we were always with each other! Until YOUR BOYFRIEND invited ME to hang out with
him. We hung out ONCE outside of school and because you got mad at me and him
for the situation, we haven't hung out since. So then I apologized. We let the
whole thing go and were friends again. Until I found out you were pretending the
whole time. We haven't been friends since. I miss you. I miss you more than any
friend I've ever lost. Not because you're popular or I'm jealous that other
people are friends with you, but because you still don't trust me.. That hurts
me everyday. I miss you and I hate you for that, Peter.
I HATE PETER WHO I HAVE LOVED SINCE JUNIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL
Dearest Peter,
It has been 5 months since you broke up with me. Its been 5 months since you held me as I cried my heart out begging you not to do this. We dated for 3 years. Three brilliant years and you have no tone feeling for me. You want to be my friend. You say... my friend? We can never be friends you son of a bitch. Never. Peter I have loved you since the second you walked in that door in Junior year of highschool. Since that day almost 4 years ago you have been the center of my world... universe. But I was never even a star in yours. I often sit here infront of the computer and write out email after email screaming how much I hate you. But Peter, I can't ever seem to send it. Some part of me is repulsed with the fact that I wish you harm. I hope you crash that beautiful new car of yours, just like the last one. I wish that I could tell your mother, that her perfect little Alter server has had sex more times then I care to count. You say your a good religious child.. but your're not. You're as bad as the rest of us heathens. I wish I could tell your mother, that we have been sleeping in each others bed, after she forebade it, since December of 2007. Wouldn't that make a nice little talk you two would have? More than anything I wish i could tell her about your TWO pregnancy scares. That she was almost made a grandmother TWICE by her barely legal child. But you know why I don't Peter? Do you know why I keep these things to myself? Because I will always have that small hope that you will come back to me. That you will call my phone tell me to look outside, and when I look you will be there. With a beautiful bunch of roses and tell me how sorry you are. That you love me more than anything in this world. Realistically though, I know that will never happen. So Peter you have been deleted off my facebook, my phone, and email. Everything you ever gave me is packed away in a box that will be donated to the homeless shelter. I hate you Peter. I hate that I believed you for so long. I hate you so much. I hate you more then anything in this world. I hate you for breaking my heart. I hope your next girlfriend, and the one after that all hate you. Because you are despicable. Worse then any person I have ever met. You played with my heart and now it will never heal. I HATE YOU YOU SON OF A FUCKING BITCH. i hope you get your heart broken. Selfish bastard.
Sincerely,
your 3 year slut.
It has been 5 months since you broke up with me. Its been 5 months since you held me as I cried my heart out begging you not to do this. We dated for 3 years. Three brilliant years and you have no tone feeling for me. You want to be my friend. You say... my friend? We can never be friends you son of a bitch. Never. Peter I have loved you since the second you walked in that door in Junior year of highschool. Since that day almost 4 years ago you have been the center of my world... universe. But I was never even a star in yours. I often sit here infront of the computer and write out email after email screaming how much I hate you. But Peter, I can't ever seem to send it. Some part of me is repulsed with the fact that I wish you harm. I hope you crash that beautiful new car of yours, just like the last one. I wish that I could tell your mother, that her perfect little Alter server has had sex more times then I care to count. You say your a good religious child.. but your're not. You're as bad as the rest of us heathens. I wish I could tell your mother, that we have been sleeping in each others bed, after she forebade it, since December of 2007. Wouldn't that make a nice little talk you two would have? More than anything I wish i could tell her about your TWO pregnancy scares. That she was almost made a grandmother TWICE by her barely legal child. But you know why I don't Peter? Do you know why I keep these things to myself? Because I will always have that small hope that you will come back to me. That you will call my phone tell me to look outside, and when I look you will be there. With a beautiful bunch of roses and tell me how sorry you are. That you love me more than anything in this world. Realistically though, I know that will never happen. So Peter you have been deleted off my facebook, my phone, and email. Everything you ever gave me is packed away in a box that will be donated to the homeless shelter. I hate you Peter. I hate that I believed you for so long. I hate you so much. I hate you more then anything in this world. I hate you for breaking my heart. I hope your next girlfriend, and the one after that all hate you. Because you are despicable. Worse then any person I have ever met. You played with my heart and now it will never heal. I HATE YOU YOU SON OF A FUCKING BITCH. i hope you get your heart broken. Selfish bastard.
Sincerely,
your 3 year slut.
I HATE PETER WHO KEEPS ME AWAY FROM HER
Dear Peter,
I hate you for letting her make me feel crazy. She is the MOST amazing thing in the world to me. I wish i could hold her all thru the night and kiss her beautiful lips. BUT YOU LITTLE FUCK!!!!!!! You take away her freedom with curfews, limits, bribes, and kiss up to her!!! She hates you too!! She can't talk to me because you have no reason at all to take her phone away! You start fights with her and make her cry!!!! You sick FUCK! WHAT THE HELL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Making her feel as though she is not special but she is more than special! She is like a goddess, nothing describes her inner and outter beauty!!! I NEED HER!! She is my best friend who will talk to me about everything and I will tell her everything! BACK THE FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!! She's a teenager and NEEDS freedom!!!
I hate you for letting her make me feel crazy. She is the MOST amazing thing in the world to me. I wish i could hold her all thru the night and kiss her beautiful lips. BUT YOU LITTLE FUCK!!!!!!! You take away her freedom with curfews, limits, bribes, and kiss up to her!!! She hates you too!! She can't talk to me because you have no reason at all to take her phone away! You start fights with her and make her cry!!!! You sick FUCK! WHAT THE HELL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Making her feel as though she is not special but she is more than special! She is like a goddess, nothing describes her inner and outter beauty!!! I NEED HER!! She is my best friend who will talk to me about everything and I will tell her everything! BACK THE FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!! She's a teenager and NEEDS freedom!!!
I HATE PETER WHO IS A BUNCH OF FUCKASSES
Dear Peters,
I hate you all so much, you have no idea. You are supposed to be my friends, but every time I try to say something, I get ignored. I've hardly known you a month and you've already pissed me off. Can you all not be fuckasses and listen once in a while? I was literally just hanging out with all of you, and every time I tried to say something, you just kept talking. Don't any of you have manners? Yeah, I know I can be quiet, but I wasn't fucking being quiet. I try to ask a question, no one answers. I try to say something, no one seems to care much.
What. The. Fuck.
Then the Peter who is my oh-so-lovable roommate tells me to smile. You just think you're so goddamn great, don't you. Well, how about you go fuck yourself. Don't fucking tell me to smile, you cunt. You're my roommate, not the boss of me, so don't you dare tell me what to do. Just because you don't experience anything other than happiness doesn't mean you can stop me from experiencing emotions. I'm sorry I'm inferior to you, oh great, almighty douche bag. I'm only human, so deal with it, bitch. And the rest of you are complete jerks: druggies who try to get some from me, flakes, self centered man whores, and conceited little brats.
The sad thing is, I'll still be friends with all of you. I'll still be there when you need me, when you need to borrow my clothes because you don't have enough shorts, and when you need someone to listen to you, even though you never listen to me. And I hate myself for it. I wish I could just tell you all off, but I can't, because then my life would just rip apart at the seams. I'm stuck here in this shit hole with all of you, and I guess I have to deal with it.
Sincerely,
you know the fuck who.
I hate you all so much, you have no idea. You are supposed to be my friends, but every time I try to say something, I get ignored. I've hardly known you a month and you've already pissed me off. Can you all not be fuckasses and listen once in a while? I was literally just hanging out with all of you, and every time I tried to say something, you just kept talking. Don't any of you have manners? Yeah, I know I can be quiet, but I wasn't fucking being quiet. I try to ask a question, no one answers. I try to say something, no one seems to care much.
What. The. Fuck.
Then the Peter who is my oh-so-lovable roommate tells me to smile. You just think you're so goddamn great, don't you. Well, how about you go fuck yourself. Don't fucking tell me to smile, you cunt. You're my roommate, not the boss of me, so don't you dare tell me what to do. Just because you don't experience anything other than happiness doesn't mean you can stop me from experiencing emotions. I'm sorry I'm inferior to you, oh great, almighty douche bag. I'm only human, so deal with it, bitch. And the rest of you are complete jerks: druggies who try to get some from me, flakes, self centered man whores, and conceited little brats.
The sad thing is, I'll still be friends with all of you. I'll still be there when you need me, when you need to borrow my clothes because you don't have enough shorts, and when you need someone to listen to you, even though you never listen to me. And I hate myself for it. I wish I could just tell you all off, but I can't, because then my life would just rip apart at the seams. I'm stuck here in this shit hole with all of you, and I guess I have to deal with it.
Sincerely,
you know the fuck who.
I HATE PETER WHO I THINK ABOUT WHEN I FALL ASLEEP AND WHEN I WAKE UP
Peter, I hate you. You know that I've been waiting for you!
Love isn't something you can give when you're worried you'll lose
someone and take back when you have them.
We talk everyday. I tell you how I feel about you everyday, but
there's always someone better than me.
Don't you know that I think of you when I fall asleep, when I wake up,
when I get ready each day?
If only you knew how much I want you. Need you. How much I desire your
touch, your kiss.
If only you could feel the pain I feel inside... I pictured
everything; our home, kids, white picket fence. Now I know you're
afraId to commit.
I wish you listened to yourself when you said you loved me. I wish you
realized that I meant it when I uttered those 3 words to you in
return. Above all, I wish you meant it.
I love you, Peter. I hate you because you played games with my heart
and are naive enough not to notice.
Sicerelly,
Given Up
Love isn't something you can give when you're worried you'll lose
someone and take back when you have them.
We talk everyday. I tell you how I feel about you everyday, but
there's always someone better than me.
Don't you know that I think of you when I fall asleep, when I wake up,
when I get ready each day?
If only you knew how much I want you. Need you. How much I desire your
touch, your kiss.
If only you could feel the pain I feel inside... I pictured
everything; our home, kids, white picket fence. Now I know you're
afraId to commit.
I wish you listened to yourself when you said you loved me. I wish you
realized that I meant it when I uttered those 3 words to you in
return. Above all, I wish you meant it.
I love you, Peter. I hate you because you played games with my heart
and are naive enough not to notice.
Sicerelly,
Given Up
I HATE PETER WHO LED ME ON AND THEN DROPPED ME LIKE A FLY
Dear Peter,
IHATEYOU for making me love you. I hate you for leading me on and then dropping me like a fly. I hate you for being my best friend and throwing it away in one day. I hate you for leaving me standing on the corner with nothing else to give. But I love you. I hate that I love you. I hate that you're so irresistible. I hate you, Peter. I hate that you keep me thinking at night, wondering what could still be. I hate your face. Your face that I could kiss all day and night. I hate the way you make me feel better when I'm having the worst day of my life. I hate how you walk past me with not even a glance anymore. I hate how much I want you back. I hate how much pain you caused me in the end, as if we never had anything. But, I love you. Peter, I love you. I just want you to know how much I hate to say, I love you. So I hate you.
Thanku!
No longer yours, Peter
IHATEYOU for making me love you. I hate you for leading me on and then dropping me like a fly. I hate you for being my best friend and throwing it away in one day. I hate you for leaving me standing on the corner with nothing else to give. But I love you. I hate that I love you. I hate that you're so irresistible. I hate you, Peter. I hate that you keep me thinking at night, wondering what could still be. I hate your face. Your face that I could kiss all day and night. I hate the way you make me feel better when I'm having the worst day of my life. I hate how you walk past me with not even a glance anymore. I hate how much I want you back. I hate how much pain you caused me in the end, as if we never had anything. But, I love you. Peter, I love you. I just want you to know how much I hate to say, I love you. So I hate you.
Thanku!
No longer yours, Peter
I HATE PETER WHO PURPOSELY TRIED TO HURT ME
I hate you peter for being so unclear. I hate you for being an ass for flirting around with all the girls when you know that I'm watching. I hate you Peter for purposely trying to hurt me and fooling me all the time. I hate you for being alive and making me feel that it's all my fault, that I was the wrong one. I hate you Peter for being really close friends with the girl I hate and even unconsciously flirting with her. I hate you for always not being there when I need you. You just looked at me with no emotion at all. I hate you for acting like nothing's wrong when everything's crashing down. I hate how you think that you're the only one who has the right to have emotions. But most of all, I hate you for making me secretly love you with all my heart for so long even though we're not even a couple because of your charm.
Lost in the Metro
Lost in the Metro
I HATE PETER WHO ALWAYS BUGS THE HELL OUTTA ME
fuckk youu peterr who always bugs the hell outta me! you dont make anything worth living for in my lifetime so fucck you PETER and yeaah get out of my life......... and if you dont get outta my life i will come right back and fuck yours up, and dont EVER say sorry cuz you would just top of the list of lies ive been keeping track of. hope you had a hella of a time fucking my "sexy ass" and i hope you enjoyed my "beautiful pussy" cuz thats the last of it you will ever get!!!
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