Peter... Peter... Peter fucking' pumpkin eater!!! Why do you always ask me something when you and I both know I don't know anything about the trivial matter at hand. I do not know what you are talking about! Please stop talking to me about it. You will ask me time after time and I will still give you the same answer. NO, I do not know anything about it, maybe you should stop asking me because I'm going to punch you in the face! Go ask the person who originally knew about the matter, maybe Peter can help you.
Leave me alone and let me do my work in peace...
Monday, December 20, 2010
I HATE PETER WHO BETRAYED ME
I hate you for hitting me. I hate you for kissing me. I hate that i used to trust you.
I hate you for playing with me. I hate you for being fake. I hate you for being a lair.
I hate that you used to be like a father to me. i hate that you used to be my best friend.
I hate you for hurting me. I hate you for making me go to the police.
I hate you because i have no one else to talk to.
I hate you for everything you have done to me.
I would love you, if you disappeared.
Peter, I hate you for making me cry.
I hate you for playing with me. I hate you for being fake. I hate you for being a lair.
I hate that you used to be like a father to me. i hate that you used to be my best friend.
I hate you for hurting me. I hate you for making me go to the police.
I hate you because i have no one else to talk to.
I hate you for everything you have done to me.
I would love you, if you disappeared.
Peter, I hate you for making me cry.
I HATE PETER WHO "I HATE" ISN'T STRONG ENOUGH FOR
To say 'I hate you, Peter' would be too much of an understatement- so is saying 'I absolutely abhor you and wish you every failure in life' or even ' I loathe you so much that I wish you were as dead as a doornail.'
But yeah, Peter. I hate everything about you: your ugly face, your stupidly thin frame, your stinking personality. But most of all, I hate the fact that you exist. So, do me and the rest of mankind a favour and go top yourself. And do it soon- we all can't wait.
But yeah, Peter. I hate everything about you: your ugly face, your stupidly thin frame, your stinking personality. But most of all, I hate the fact that you exist. So, do me and the rest of mankind a favour and go top yourself. And do it soon- we all can't wait.
I HATE PETER WHO CHANGED
I hate you peter. I hate you for making me feel like everything I did was insignificant. I hate you for making me feel guilty for our fall-out. You spend time on Facebook, telling everyone today's your low point. that you're so done with everything. When I tried to fix our relationship, I got nothing back. But you deleted me. really? that's how it's gonna be? You always told me you would never hurt me. i always believed you. i looked up to you like you wouldn't imagine. even after all the things that happened between us two years ago. Do you even remember that? but you look at me with disdain and it hurts. it hurts knowing that you aren't who you used to be. you aren't who i fell in love with so long ago. i went to you for everything, and i was just being a silly girl. but you're a real piece of work. you make people fall for you but know you will never reciprocate, not in friendships OR a relationship. you say you're not good enough, when everyone thinks you're arrogant. the peter you were three years ago is gone, and so is everything else i had with you. You cannot possibly understand how much that hurts me. especially when i considered you one of my best friends. sometimes i wish i knew what you were thinking, so i could understand why you treat people this way. and i wish you knew how it felt to be utterly heartbroken by someone you trusted more than anyone else. i hope one day you'll understand what it's like to be on the losing side of a 70%/30% relationship.
I HATE PETER WHO IS MY BROTHER
To my dearest peter,
can anyone believe you. not the lies you tell but you, everything about is horrible peter. you are only achild and we all already are saving up our money so you can live at home for the rest of your life- no it's true- i swear. no has ever told you, but we talk of it all the time, no joke. if i actually told this to your face you probably throw something at me, but i dont care. you are going to do absolutely nothing with you life. peter, let me ask you a question, can you imagine a 30 yearold balding man sitting all by his lonesome at a dirty home calling for his retired mother to make him dinner while he plays those hideous video games on his new console or maybe reading a comic book with almost no dialouge at all? you can?! goo, cause that is you. im not joking at all. i really hate you, and you scare me, you've ruined my life, my childhood, but i will NOT let you ruin my future.
can anyone believe you. not the lies you tell but you, everything about is horrible peter. you are only achild and we all already are saving up our money so you can live at home for the rest of your life- no it's true- i swear. no has ever told you, but we talk of it all the time, no joke. if i actually told this to your face you probably throw something at me, but i dont care. you are going to do absolutely nothing with you life. peter, let me ask you a question, can you imagine a 30 yearold balding man sitting all by his lonesome at a dirty home calling for his retired mother to make him dinner while he plays those hideous video games on his new console or maybe reading a comic book with almost no dialouge at all? you can?! goo, cause that is you. im not joking at all. i really hate you, and you scare me, you've ruined my life, my childhood, but i will NOT let you ruin my future.
I HATE PETER WHO MADE ME LOVE HIM
Dear Peter,
I hate you Peter. I hate you for making me love you. I hate you for trying your hardest to be there for me and then disappearing. I hate you for picking her over me. I hate you for not caring for so long, and then trying to come back into my life. I hate you doing this! How could you do this to me? How could you just stop loving me?! You said you'd always be there! That's a fucking lie. You left. And now you're alone. Fuck you Peter. I fucking hate you.
I hate you Peter. I hate you for making me love you. I hate you for trying your hardest to be there for me and then disappearing. I hate you for picking her over me. I hate you for not caring for so long, and then trying to come back into my life. I hate you doing this! How could you do this to me? How could you just stop loving me?! You said you'd always be there! That's a fucking lie. You left. And now you're alone. Fuck you Peter. I fucking hate you.
I HATE PETER WHO DOESN'T NOTICE ME
I hate you peter for never seeing me. When you see me, you only see a freak, an outcast but never me. I'm a 2d character to you, how can you not see that I'm smart and talented. I know the things you say about me, the cruel words and snickers about me behind my back. Why do you pretend to care, why do you all pretend? People seem to think that in all humans we have the ability to be empathetic, whoever started that "rumor" doesn't know what they're talking about. People are never empathetic, we try to be, but as hard as we try we still hurt people, we still miss the obvious feelings of others in penchant for our own. So stop with the lies, stop with the fake concern, I can see straight through it, its just pathetic hearing you all try and cover your tracks. You almost make hating you too easy.
I HATE PETER WHO ALWAYS GETS WHAT'S MINE
I hate you, Peter because despite your happiness, you always get what's mine. Even if you don't want it or mean to...you do. Everything is just handed right from me to you and I'm hoping you'll soon realize wrong from right. It's beginning to get to me. I'm beginning to think that there's a reason...for everything.
Heart broken and jealous in Los Angeles
Heart broken and jealous in Los Angeles
I HATE PETER WHO IS DOING MY HEAD IN
Seriously Peter, you’re doing my head in.
You think you’re better than me just because you’ve shagged more guys?! Fuck you! I’m smarter and I’m better looking and I don’t shove my tits in guys faces to get their attention. No one likes you. NO ONE! And you might walk around, head held high because you think you’re better than everyone else, you think you’re more mature, but you’re not. Everyone’s just sat their laughing at you! You’re a slut.
And you can bitch about me all you goddamn like! I’ve stopped caring. Sure, it hurts, I mean I was one of the few left that actually stuck up for you! But it’s over now. Fuck. You. Whore.
Oh and by the way, you’re ass does look big in those new jeans. I lied.
You think you’re better than me just because you’ve shagged more guys?! Fuck you! I’m smarter and I’m better looking and I don’t shove my tits in guys faces to get their attention. No one likes you. NO ONE! And you might walk around, head held high because you think you’re better than everyone else, you think you’re more mature, but you’re not. Everyone’s just sat their laughing at you! You’re a slut.
And you can bitch about me all you goddamn like! I’ve stopped caring. Sure, it hurts, I mean I was one of the few left that actually stuck up for you! But it’s over now. Fuck. You. Whore.
Oh and by the way, you’re ass does look big in those new jeans. I lied.
I HATE PETER WHO DOESN'T UNDERSTAND ME AND WHOM I DON'T UNDERSTAND
I HATE PETER WHO DOESN'T UNDERSTAND ME AND WHOM I DON'T UNDERSTAND
I hate you Peter because you literally don't make any sense and I genuinely do not understand how that tiny brain of yours works. I know you're only a kid but your perverted jokes
and horrible way of misspelling, while humorous, also drives me crazy. You don't take responsibility of anything and blame everything on "Bieber" WHICH IS FUCKING STUPID. I HATE YOU SO MUCH YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND. Hence, the heading. I HATE THAT YOU IGNORE ME WHEN I TRY TO TALK TO YOU AND YOU ONLY TALK TO PEOPLE WHO BARELY PAY ANY ATTENTION TO YOU. It doesn't make sense. And you think you're so cool for staying in the living room when there was a "tornato" (which btw is spelt TORNADO) instead of the basement, but you're not. YOU'RE JUST A FUCKING IDIOT who likes climbing trees. And you like Mac n' Cheese. WE GET IT. STOP TELLING US. AND YOU'RE SO STUPID, YOU DON'T EVEN GET THAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT YOU, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.
LOLJK we love you. <3
I hate you Peter because you literally don't make any sense and I genuinely do not understand how that tiny brain of yours works. I know you're only a kid but your perverted jokes
and horrible way of misspelling, while humorous, also drives me crazy. You don't take responsibility of anything and blame everything on "Bieber" WHICH IS FUCKING STUPID. I HATE YOU SO MUCH YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND. Hence, the heading. I HATE THAT YOU IGNORE ME WHEN I TRY TO TALK TO YOU AND YOU ONLY TALK TO PEOPLE WHO BARELY PAY ANY ATTENTION TO YOU. It doesn't make sense. And you think you're so cool for staying in the living room when there was a "tornato" (which btw is spelt TORNADO) instead of the basement, but you're not. YOU'RE JUST A FUCKING IDIOT who likes climbing trees. And you like Mac n' Cheese. WE GET IT. STOP TELLING US. AND YOU'RE SO STUPID, YOU DON'T EVEN GET THAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT YOU, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.
LOLJK we love you. <3
I HATE PETER WHO ALWAYS EATS SPAGHETTI AND HANGS OUT ON GRASS
I H8 YOU PETER U STUPID UGLY ASS BITCH HOE STOP EATING SPAGHETTI AND HANGING ON GRASS. IT'S S0000 ANNOYING I H8 SEEING YOUR EMAILS ABOUT YOU CHILLIN ON GRASS AND EATING THAT RAW SPAGHETTI THAT HANGS FROM YOUR MOUTH. ICKY VICKY. AND I H8 IT WEN U EMAIL ABOUT ENYONE. UGH PETER DON'T COME BACK EVAR AGEN. AND STOP BLAMING IT ON JUSTINE BOOBER. SHES SO C00L THO SO Y MUST U BLAME STUFF ON HER WHATD SHE DO 2 U SHE DIDNT SMACK U OR SOMETHIN. ND STOP TAKING YEAR BREAKS FROM YOUR EMAIL. UGH I CREY WEN U DO THAT. O ND YOU OWE ME LIEK A QUARTER COS I MADE SOMEONE FOLLOW U OKAY PETER HATE U. ~~~~~*
I HATE PETER WHO I GAVE UP SO MUCH FOR
I can't believe you Peter. I can't believe that you just decided to stop talking to me all together after I gave up so much for you. I gave you a third chance, A THIRD FUCKING CHANSE!!!! do you know how many of those you get in life? Probably 1, so sucks for you because you just used your only one up. I hate you when your high, thats when your the worst. I hope all that weed kills every single one of your stupid useless brain cells and you die from a drug overdose. You don't deserve any girl and I hope you get rejected by all of them. I hope you die alone, and a virgin. I hope you never get to have sex since you want it so bad. I can't believe you treat people the way you do. I fucking hate you more than anybody else that I have in my entire life. You don't deserve anything. I want you to be locked up on a room with no windows and no doors for a year to make you go crazy. I wish every bad thing on you. I hope you get caught by your parents and they send you away to some correctional facility. And if you were to come back changed, I would still hate you forever and never talk to you. I hate what you have done to me and I hate everything about you. Heres some last tips : 1. NO BODY likes pimples on your back, its just gross. 2. NO BODY likes when the whitest people act black, I mean really it's just embarrassing. 3. playing games on your computer during lunch isn't cool. 4. You watch too much porn, news flash- porn isn't real life, no wonder you have so many false expectations about sex. UGH you are just awkward and I hate you. Please go die in a hole. I hope your life sucks forever!!!
I HATE PETER WHO MADE ME FALL IN LOVE
Dear Peter,
First off, I hate you for making me fall in love with you. I hate you for going out with my best friend when I liked you. I hate myself for saying it was okay if she went out with you, because she knew I liked you. I do not hate her. I hate you for becoming my best friend and replacing her, then dumping me for such a stupid reason. I hate you for every single fight and every single time you'd make me cry and then you'd play that song that sent my head spinning from confusion. I hate how you'd always say my name and I'd break. I hate how you would always talk about her and never would ask me how I was and when I got upset about anything and tried to talk about it with you, you'd get mad at me. I hate how you sent me so many mixed signals, I couldn't keep them straight. I hate how I went back to you, begging you for our friendship back, because I knew I'd rather be your friend if I couldn't have you. I hate how you ruined me for love, and I'm so insecure if he actually loves me, that I question him all the time about it. Peter, what did I ever do to deserve it? I was there for you. Before your surgery, who was talking to you? Me. Who were you talking to instead of her that night? Me. She wondered why, but of course I was giving you advice about her. We had had a fight that night, and you gave me a hug. I melted inside and I hate you for that. I hate you for when we'd accidentally on purpose catch each other's eyes in the lunch room and we'd immediately look away. I hate you for all the times I've fantasized about you apologizing and begging for forgiveness. I hate you for being happy and ruining me for happiness. I hate you because I still love you a little. No matter how many times I've told myself that I'm over you, it's a lie every time. I hate you, Peter. And you don't care.
Sincerely,
Sappy Pitiful Me
First off, I hate you for making me fall in love with you. I hate you for going out with my best friend when I liked you. I hate myself for saying it was okay if she went out with you, because she knew I liked you. I do not hate her. I hate you for becoming my best friend and replacing her, then dumping me for such a stupid reason. I hate you for every single fight and every single time you'd make me cry and then you'd play that song that sent my head spinning from confusion. I hate how you'd always say my name and I'd break. I hate how you would always talk about her and never would ask me how I was and when I got upset about anything and tried to talk about it with you, you'd get mad at me. I hate how you sent me so many mixed signals, I couldn't keep them straight. I hate how I went back to you, begging you for our friendship back, because I knew I'd rather be your friend if I couldn't have you. I hate how you ruined me for love, and I'm so insecure if he actually loves me, that I question him all the time about it. Peter, what did I ever do to deserve it? I was there for you. Before your surgery, who was talking to you? Me. Who were you talking to instead of her that night? Me. She wondered why, but of course I was giving you advice about her. We had had a fight that night, and you gave me a hug. I melted inside and I hate you for that. I hate you for when we'd accidentally on purpose catch each other's eyes in the lunch room and we'd immediately look away. I hate you for all the times I've fantasized about you apologizing and begging for forgiveness. I hate you for being happy and ruining me for happiness. I hate you because I still love you a little. No matter how many times I've told myself that I'm over you, it's a lie every time. I hate you, Peter. And you don't care.
Sincerely,
Sappy Pitiful Me
I HATE PETER WHO I COULD EASILY FLIP AROUND TO LIKE
I hate you Peter, how you are always so close yet so far away...
I hate you Peter, how sometimes I choose to ignore you and will feel guilty...
I hate you Peter, how you act as if I am not really your true friend at times....
Yet, I hate how I like you so much...
I hate how you were always there for me through the good times and the bad...
I hate how you really did treat me like a true friend even when it didn’t feel like it...
I hate how I can’t make time to spend with you...
So, the question is, to hate or not to hate??
Well for now, its Hate. But hate could easily flip around to like.
I hate you Peter, how sometimes I choose to ignore you and will feel guilty...
I hate you Peter, how you act as if I am not really your true friend at times....
Yet, I hate how I like you so much...
I hate how you were always there for me through the good times and the bad...
I hate how you really did treat me like a true friend even when it didn’t feel like it...
I hate how I can’t make time to spend with you...
So, the question is, to hate or not to hate??
Well for now, its Hate. But hate could easily flip around to like.
I HATE PETER WHO TRIES TO STALK ME
THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU:
The way you stalk not only me, but my family members as well. Emailing my little sister is NOT FUCKING OKAY.
The way you touch me all the time. Golden rule of friendship: friends don't slap other friends' asses. Nor do they wrap their clingy little fingers around their friends' waists and squeak "I wuv you. Do you wuv me?"
NO. NO I FUCKING DON'T. PLEASE GO JUMP UNDER A GARBAGE TRUCK AND DIE, SLOWLY AND PAINFULLY, WHILE HOT GARBAGE JUICE DRIBBLES OVER YOUR SHITTY EYELINER AND INTO YOUR DISGUSTING GREASY HAIR (hopefully that'll fully destroy that stupid fake flower clip)
I hate the way you about talk to me. "I want you as my lover". "We should totally go the to same uni. And take all the same courses. And be flatmates."
The way you listed me on facebook as your sister. And you put your profile pic as me and you. And whenever you can you make meaningless conversation with me. And then you tell me about how you and your mum talk about me. And how your mum loves me. And how we should catch up over the holidays.
I BURN PICTURES OF YOUR FACE IN MY SPARE TIME, BITCH. NO, I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU OVER THE FUCKING HOLIDAYS.
Please, just stop trying to molest me.
Much hate,
that girl you stalk.
The way you stalk not only me, but my family members as well. Emailing my little sister is NOT FUCKING OKAY.
The way you touch me all the time. Golden rule of friendship: friends don't slap other friends' asses. Nor do they wrap their clingy little fingers around their friends' waists and squeak "I wuv you. Do you wuv me?"
NO. NO I FUCKING DON'T. PLEASE GO JUMP UNDER A GARBAGE TRUCK AND DIE, SLOWLY AND PAINFULLY, WHILE HOT GARBAGE JUICE DRIBBLES OVER YOUR SHITTY EYELINER AND INTO YOUR DISGUSTING GREASY HAIR (hopefully that'll fully destroy that stupid fake flower clip)
I hate the way you about talk to me. "I want you as my lover". "We should totally go the to same uni. And take all the same courses. And be flatmates."
The way you listed me on facebook as your sister. And you put your profile pic as me and you. And whenever you can you make meaningless conversation with me. And then you tell me about how you and your mum talk about me. And how your mum loves me. And how we should catch up over the holidays.
I BURN PICTURES OF YOUR FACE IN MY SPARE TIME, BITCH. NO, I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU OVER THE FUCKING HOLIDAYS.
Please, just stop trying to molest me.
Much hate,
that girl you stalk.
I HATE PETER WHO HURT SOMEONE THAT MEANT SO MUCH TO ME
Dear Peter,
I hate you because you hurt someone that meant so much to me. you knew exactly what you were doing and kept going. she was vurnarable and you didnt give a shit! who do you thinkyou are!? your a selfish ass who will die alone. i fucking hate you!! you have no friends for a reason. they see the truth in your ways..your nothing but a nasty man whore!! im sick of it..i want you out of her life. you have hurt her beyond belief. you will see your mistake she is the best thing you ever had. what is wrong with you. you clearly need help becuase your ways are not right. i hope you dont sleep at night knowing how much you made her cry. how hard she fell for you and in a yrs time wrecked her for all shes worth. she trusted you and you used her. i believed you i trusted you you fucking said you'd take care of her!!!?? then for what?? fucking drop her when you wanted to go pick up a couple more skanks at the bars? convienent for you. your a dick. and i will never forgive you for what you've done. the hurt you've caused. ill never get back those nights i sat with her while she cried to me lost of who she was because of your scum bag ways FUCK YOU PETER
SINCERELY, THE PISSED OFF BESTFRIEND
I hate you because you hurt someone that meant so much to me. you knew exactly what you were doing and kept going. she was vurnarable and you didnt give a shit! who do you thinkyou are!? your a selfish ass who will die alone. i fucking hate you!! you have no friends for a reason. they see the truth in your ways..your nothing but a nasty man whore!! im sick of it..i want you out of her life. you have hurt her beyond belief. you will see your mistake she is the best thing you ever had. what is wrong with you. you clearly need help becuase your ways are not right. i hope you dont sleep at night knowing how much you made her cry. how hard she fell for you and in a yrs time wrecked her for all shes worth. she trusted you and you used her. i believed you i trusted you you fucking said you'd take care of her!!!?? then for what?? fucking drop her when you wanted to go pick up a couple more skanks at the bars? convienent for you. your a dick. and i will never forgive you for what you've done. the hurt you've caused. ill never get back those nights i sat with her while she cried to me lost of who she was because of your scum bag ways FUCK YOU PETER
SINCERELY, THE PISSED OFF BESTFRIEND
I HATE PETER WHO FLIRTS WITH EVERYONE
Hey there, Peter,
You're supposed to be my best friend, right? Right! I actually enjoy you, and I'm glad we're friends. We always have SO much fun together, and we get each other so well. But, you know. You have, like, fucking double D boobs and you use them. A lot. Too much. Maybe I'm being jealous, but hey. You're honestly 4 ft. 11 in. of pure, slutty, flirtatiousness. Maybe you don't realize you're doing it, Peter. I know you had a bad past. I know your past probably influences your actions now, Peter, even though you got help. BUT SERIOUSLY GOD FUCK DAMN. Do you have to flirt with EVERYONE?! I know of one guy who likes you. Oh, and another. AND OH HEY another kid too! Plus all the other guys you always talk to that I've never met.
Um. I know you don't REALIZE you flirt. Actually, I want you to realize that you do because I fucking hate you when you flirt with everyone. I mean, it's bad enough that you get blessed with a tiny, petite body, DD's, and blonde hair. You're like every guy's dream, right? TOTALLY. And here I am, marginally... so much LESS in your shadow. Everyone always likes you. Always. When given the choice, they like you. You are naturally just... SOCIAL. You can walk up to everyone and talk to them. You have a loud voice. A pretty face. When you say something, people stop to hear it. When I say something, they either talk over me, go on to talking to you, or you interrupt with your goddamn loud trumpet voice. YOU ALWAYS INTERRUPT ME. Always. ESPECIALLY WHEN WE ARE WITH GUYS. You KNOW that I liked him. You KNOW how happy I get when I talk to him. You KNOW how fucking SHY I am, and how hard it is for me to talk to people. So why do you feel the need to talk over me? And, more importantly, why do you feel the need to talk FOR me? Sure, we're best friends, but you don't know EXACTLY how I feel. You don't LIVE with the FUCKING THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD, therefore, you have no license to pretend that you do. You can't tell people how I feel, because you don't know. Speaking of things you don't know, you don't know what it's like to live in my house, so just shut the fuck up about it. Seriously. Yeah. Your home life sucks. But hey, mine has it's moments. Completely fucking horrible moments.
But, most importantly... I like HIM. A lot. He is literally the closest I've ever come to a boyfriend. And you are just going to fuck EVERYTHING UP if you keep flirting with him. Please, just back the fuck off. Please. Please, please, please, please, please, PLEASE. I can't describe to you how much this fucking frustrates me, Peter. And it's not just me. All our other friends know that you flirt. Hell, you even stole a guy from one of our friends. And then stomped on his heart. Like, seriously!? You FLIRT with them, and then are ASTONISHED when they like you. Stop. Stop. And stop hurting them. Guys have feelings. I have feelings. You just need to STOP.
Begrudgingly yours,
Your Unflirty, Frumpy, Frustrated Best Friend.
You're supposed to be my best friend, right? Right! I actually enjoy you, and I'm glad we're friends. We always have SO much fun together, and we get each other so well. But, you know. You have, like, fucking double D boobs and you use them. A lot. Too much. Maybe I'm being jealous, but hey. You're honestly 4 ft. 11 in. of pure, slutty, flirtatiousness. Maybe you don't realize you're doing it, Peter. I know you had a bad past. I know your past probably influences your actions now, Peter, even though you got help. BUT SERIOUSLY GOD FUCK DAMN. Do you have to flirt with EVERYONE?! I know of one guy who likes you. Oh, and another. AND OH HEY another kid too! Plus all the other guys you always talk to that I've never met.
Um. I know you don't REALIZE you flirt. Actually, I want you to realize that you do because I fucking hate you when you flirt with everyone. I mean, it's bad enough that you get blessed with a tiny, petite body, DD's, and blonde hair. You're like every guy's dream, right? TOTALLY. And here I am, marginally... so much LESS in your shadow. Everyone always likes you. Always. When given the choice, they like you. You are naturally just... SOCIAL. You can walk up to everyone and talk to them. You have a loud voice. A pretty face. When you say something, people stop to hear it. When I say something, they either talk over me, go on to talking to you, or you interrupt with your goddamn loud trumpet voice. YOU ALWAYS INTERRUPT ME. Always. ESPECIALLY WHEN WE ARE WITH GUYS. You KNOW that I liked him. You KNOW how happy I get when I talk to him. You KNOW how fucking SHY I am, and how hard it is for me to talk to people. So why do you feel the need to talk over me? And, more importantly, why do you feel the need to talk FOR me? Sure, we're best friends, but you don't know EXACTLY how I feel. You don't LIVE with the FUCKING THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD, therefore, you have no license to pretend that you do. You can't tell people how I feel, because you don't know. Speaking of things you don't know, you don't know what it's like to live in my house, so just shut the fuck up about it. Seriously. Yeah. Your home life sucks. But hey, mine has it's moments. Completely fucking horrible moments.
But, most importantly... I like HIM. A lot. He is literally the closest I've ever come to a boyfriend. And you are just going to fuck EVERYTHING UP if you keep flirting with him. Please, just back the fuck off. Please. Please, please, please, please, please, PLEASE. I can't describe to you how much this fucking frustrates me, Peter. And it's not just me. All our other friends know that you flirt. Hell, you even stole a guy from one of our friends. And then stomped on his heart. Like, seriously!? You FLIRT with them, and then are ASTONISHED when they like you. Stop. Stop. And stop hurting them. Guys have feelings. I have feelings. You just need to STOP.
Begrudgingly yours,
Your Unflirty, Frumpy, Frustrated Best Friend.
I HATE PETER WHO IS MY BROTHER WITH AN ASIAN WOMAN FETISH
Dear Peter,
I hate you for abandoning me to take care of our mother after she had a massive stroke. It's because I'm female, Peter, and you think that my life is far less important than your own. Peter, you are a joke but you don't take me seriously because you think I'm a joke. But Peter, you are 34 and teaching English in China because you have an Asian women fetish. I wouldn't mind if you had an Asian women fetish, lived in China and helped take care of mom, in fact I'd like you. But you won't help, and your neglect has made it so that I am tied to our home town after graduating from college (with exceptional grades, while you managed to slither by after convincing your Ukrainian T.A. to give you an undeserved C in a required math class).
You come home for the holidays with a new girlfriend each year and rack up debt on your credit card in attempt to impress them. Then you get angry at everyone because you can't pay-off the bills on an English-teacher-for-hire's wages. What's wrong with you?
I was accepted into graduate school but can't go because I have to take care of mom and work. It's either that or I hand her over to the state where she can live in a low-income nursing home. Do you care? Do you care about either of us? Why can't you take care of mom after I've done it for nearly 4 years? Just temporarily. All I ask is for temporary help, but you can't give it to me because you're a fat and stupid drunken fuck. Life would be better without you. The world would be better without you.
I would be happy if you drank yourself into a coma that you never exited, Peter. It would make life a lot less complicated and painful.
I hate you for abandoning me to take care of our mother after she had a massive stroke. It's because I'm female, Peter, and you think that my life is far less important than your own. Peter, you are a joke but you don't take me seriously because you think I'm a joke. But Peter, you are 34 and teaching English in China because you have an Asian women fetish. I wouldn't mind if you had an Asian women fetish, lived in China and helped take care of mom, in fact I'd like you. But you won't help, and your neglect has made it so that I am tied to our home town after graduating from college (with exceptional grades, while you managed to slither by after convincing your Ukrainian T.A. to give you an undeserved C in a required math class).
You come home for the holidays with a new girlfriend each year and rack up debt on your credit card in attempt to impress them. Then you get angry at everyone because you can't pay-off the bills on an English-teacher-for-hire's wages. What's wrong with you?
I was accepted into graduate school but can't go because I have to take care of mom and work. It's either that or I hand her over to the state where she can live in a low-income nursing home. Do you care? Do you care about either of us? Why can't you take care of mom after I've done it for nearly 4 years? Just temporarily. All I ask is for temporary help, but you can't give it to me because you're a fat and stupid drunken fuck. Life would be better without you. The world would be better without you.
I would be happy if you drank yourself into a coma that you never exited, Peter. It would make life a lot less complicated and painful.
I HATE EPTER WHO EXPECTS ME TO ACT LIKE I CARE
dear Peter,
who fucking slut. you think i care if your bf kissed you or not. dont tell me your fucking stories and expect me to act like i care. peter sometimeds i wish you would just disappear. you want me to rub pimple cream all over your back when you havent even gave me one hug. peter you should get a life because you desparately need one.
sincerly,
rousy in rhode island
who fucking slut. you think i care if your bf kissed you or not. dont tell me your fucking stories and expect me to act like i care. peter sometimeds i wish you would just disappear. you want me to rub pimple cream all over your back when you havent even gave me one hug. peter you should get a life because you desparately need one.
sincerly,
rousy in rhode island
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