Dear Peter,
I hate you for what the endless nights of pain that you caused him.
I hate you for telling him that you loved him, meaning it, but not showing it.
I hate you for all those perfect nights that we had together making it seem like there wasn't anything wrong on this earth.
I hate you because you didn't care an ounce.
I hate you for pulling in the most amazing guy.
i hate you for putting up an indestructible fence at the door of your heart and not letting him grow in the way that was meant to be.
I hate you for knowing that he was everything to you but not letting it seep in.
I hate you for making endless amounts of promises to him, letting him think that you would follow through.
I hate you for being unfaithful, hurting the guy who least deserves to be hurt on this earth.
I hate you for causing deep pain to the sweetest guy on this planet.
I hate you for being extensively careless about his feelings.
I hate you for being the cause of falling tears from his beautiful, brown, innocent eyes.
I hate that you don't have the sincerity of apologizing for who you have become.
I hate you for hurting him.
I hate your cold heart.
I hate you for being you, Peter.
-iPeter
Thursday, September 16, 2010
I HATE PETER WHO ISN'T WHO HE SAYS HE IS
I hate him because...
He isn't who he says he is. He isn't some poor helpless abused loveless child or whatever he's trying to pull. He doesnt even care about all the girls he dates. If you he and his girlfriend broke up he would probably try and get another girlfriend as quickly as possible. He's hiding behind his ego, and he's stuck in a game of hide and seek with every girl. He isn't a womanizer or something, so I don't know why everyone's dating him. He's not NICE, he's not FUNNY, he's not even cute. He just wants to brag that he has a girlfriend.
Also, when he said he was gonna break up with my BEST FRIEND, and she said that she wanted to break up with him, he launches into some huge "OH EM GEE IM SOOO SORRY LIEK I LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER#@@$!!!!" and she's automatically like "ok" for some freakish, unknown reason, one of the many reasons I hate him. Um, that's what he said to ME when I wanted to break up with him. Um, he kinda rebounded quickly (took him two days!). He didn't care about me. He dated me to get to my BEST FRIEND. There was no misunderstanding, he thought that our whole relationship was a misunderstanding. He asked me out. He played me before I knew he was bad. End of story. He dated my other friend to get back to me to get to my BEST friend.
He was trying to turn my best friend against me too. He threatened to break up with my best friend because she believed her FRIENDS over your BOYFRIEND, and I think that it's normal to believe your friends over your boyfriend. Um, I would find that a sign that he's a USER. But he's not. He's just a nerd some hicktown school that moved to ours and thoguth, "hmm, I guess that since I'm here I should be a man whore!! then everyone would love me!"
He was all sad one day, and I asked him "why the hell you sad, fool? you have all the fucking girls in the school drooling over your sorry ass." and he said, "you would laugh knowing you if you found out."
TURNS OUT HIS MOM'S BABY DIED IN THE WOMB. He said that I would LAUGH at that. He is cruel and heartless and he deserves to be alone for the rest of his life.
And then, he breaks UP with my best friend. After all that time he took to get with her. He tested her to see how faithful she was by CHEATING on her (makes no sense, I know), and that was what really set it off. when he tried to apologize to her, she was sort of a jerk to him because she was mad then he decided that it should be officially over between them, so the next day, he gave a note to my OTHER GREAT FRIEND that said she was beautiful and that she was his "sun, moon, and startlit sky"...all the things he's ever told me, and my best friend. then he gave her another note that said, "in case you were wondering, i dont like *bestfriend* anymore." she ripped it into little pieces, caught his eye, and dumped all the pieces on the table. then she broke down crying. that night, she put all her thoughts down on paper, folded it up, and gave it to him next morning. he tore it up and threw it away. she started crying...again. he's ignored all of us ever since then. she found out on the day before the last day of school that he had been cheating on her the whole time with SOME RANDOM GIRL I DON'T EVEN EFFING KNOW.
And because of all this,
1. Another one of my friends is being homeschooled next year, he talked sexually to her after he broke up with her, as far as I know.
2. My best friend now doesn't believe in love anymore.
3. I am now the most cautious person in the world when it comes to guys.
4. My good friend (the one he flirted with when I was dating him) had to break up with him, and that was the first time she ever broke up with a guy, and she was absolutely devastated.
5. A great year was ruined in our lives by that poisonus boy.
So that, my friends, is why I hate Peter. I know that, if my best friend ever comes across this, she will know it was me and understand why I posted this.
To release the anger, the tension, everything that he has given me.
If he is reading this,
Dear Peter,
Please go to hell.
- VERY DISTRESSED IN VIRGINIA
He isn't who he says he is. He isn't some poor helpless abused loveless child or whatever he's trying to pull. He doesnt even care about all the girls he dates. If you he and his girlfriend broke up he would probably try and get another girlfriend as quickly as possible. He's hiding behind his ego, and he's stuck in a game of hide and seek with every girl. He isn't a womanizer or something, so I don't know why everyone's dating him. He's not NICE, he's not FUNNY, he's not even cute. He just wants to brag that he has a girlfriend.
Also, when he said he was gonna break up with my BEST FRIEND, and she said that she wanted to break up with him, he launches into some huge "OH EM GEE IM SOOO SORRY LIEK I LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER#@@$!!!!" and she's automatically like "ok" for some freakish, unknown reason, one of the many reasons I hate him. Um, that's what he said to ME when I wanted to break up with him. Um, he kinda rebounded quickly (took him two days!). He didn't care about me. He dated me to get to my BEST FRIEND. There was no misunderstanding, he thought that our whole relationship was a misunderstanding. He asked me out. He played me before I knew he was bad. End of story. He dated my other friend to get back to me to get to my BEST friend.
He was trying to turn my best friend against me too. He threatened to break up with my best friend because she believed her FRIENDS over your BOYFRIEND, and I think that it's normal to believe your friends over your boyfriend. Um, I would find that a sign that he's a USER. But he's not. He's just a nerd some hicktown school that moved to ours and thoguth, "hmm, I guess that since I'm here I should be a man whore!! then everyone would love me!"
He was all sad one day, and I asked him "why the hell you sad, fool? you have all the fucking girls in the school drooling over your sorry ass." and he said, "you would laugh knowing you if you found out."
TURNS OUT HIS MOM'S BABY DIED IN THE WOMB. He said that I would LAUGH at that. He is cruel and heartless and he deserves to be alone for the rest of his life.
And then, he breaks UP with my best friend. After all that time he took to get with her. He tested her to see how faithful she was by CHEATING on her (makes no sense, I know), and that was what really set it off. when he tried to apologize to her, she was sort of a jerk to him because she was mad then he decided that it should be officially over between them, so the next day, he gave a note to my OTHER GREAT FRIEND that said she was beautiful and that she was his "sun, moon, and startlit sky"...all the things he's ever told me, and my best friend. then he gave her another note that said, "in case you were wondering, i dont like *bestfriend* anymore." she ripped it into little pieces, caught his eye, and dumped all the pieces on the table. then she broke down crying. that night, she put all her thoughts down on paper, folded it up, and gave it to him next morning. he tore it up and threw it away. she started crying...again. he's ignored all of us ever since then. she found out on the day before the last day of school that he had been cheating on her the whole time with SOME RANDOM GIRL I DON'T EVEN EFFING KNOW.
And because of all this,
1. Another one of my friends is being homeschooled next year, he talked sexually to her after he broke up with her, as far as I know.
2. My best friend now doesn't believe in love anymore.
3. I am now the most cautious person in the world when it comes to guys.
4. My good friend (the one he flirted with when I was dating him) had to break up with him, and that was the first time she ever broke up with a guy, and she was absolutely devastated.
5. A great year was ruined in our lives by that poisonus boy.
So that, my friends, is why I hate Peter. I know that, if my best friend ever comes across this, she will know it was me and understand why I posted this.
To release the anger, the tension, everything that he has given me.
If he is reading this,
Dear Peter,
Please go to hell.
- VERY DISTRESSED IN VIRGINIA
I HATE PETER WHO WAS IN THE MILITARY
i hate you peter. from the deepest parts of my heart i hate you.
and i hate how i would crawl back to you if you gave me the chance to..
i hate you peter for every second we spent on that phone laughing. Every second that i got to know you...love you.
becasue every second was a damn lie.
i hate how when you finally came home from the military i wated for your call for 3 days...
and slowly began eating up your lame ass excuses
i hate how when i finally saw you i fell head over heels for you
and i hate how i secretly cried when we made love..
you were my number one peter..we were forever rite? of course you wouldnt remember telling me that.
youd be to busy getting drunk.
you were to busy "working"
only you didnt think i find out working was really a little slut did you peter.
i never told you i knew..god i wish i could
at times i think you wanted me to be the one who ended it
wanted me to find out about her
what did i ever do wrong to you? did i care to much? did i only give you the space you asked for..did i only bow down to your every fucking wish peter?
i hate you. For slowly making up excuse after excuse..
for making love to me and leading me on..
and i hate how i would crawl back to you if you gave me the chance to..
i hate you peter for every second we spent on that phone laughing. Every second that i got to know you...love you.
becasue every second was a damn lie.
i hate how when you finally came home from the military i wated for your call for 3 days...
and slowly began eating up your lame ass excuses
i hate how when i finally saw you i fell head over heels for you
and i hate how i secretly cried when we made love..
you were my number one peter..we were forever rite? of course you wouldnt remember telling me that.
youd be to busy getting drunk.
you were to busy "working"
only you didnt think i find out working was really a little slut did you peter.
i never told you i knew..god i wish i could
at times i think you wanted me to be the one who ended it
wanted me to find out about her
what did i ever do wrong to you? did i care to much? did i only give you the space you asked for..did i only bow down to your every fucking wish peter?
i hate you. For slowly making up excuse after excuse..
for making love to me and leading me on..
I HATE PETER WHO SCREWS WITH MY HEAD
I hate you peter for screwing with my head. for being the kindest, sweetest man I've known then ignoring me for no reason at all. I hate that you are scared to let yourself be with me just because im your best friends relative. I hate that when we are together it is awkward and everyone knows. I hate that I ask you to talk to me and 3 weeks ago,you'd be on the phone with me asap. now you don't even respond to my messages. I hate you peter for making me like you so much.
I HATE PETER WHO IS 7 PETERS
Every single day of my school life, I've had to deal with all of you. There were times that we got along, and times we didn't. But in the end, you've all been cruel and selfish and arrogant.
Peter #1-It's you that I want to write about first. In the beginning of the 6th grade, we were the best of friends. I told you almost everything and you guessed stuff about me--usually completely accurately, and vice versa. We had our fair share of stupid, stupid fights--but they always worked themselves out. For most of the year, I spent so much time with you that people were convinced I was your girlfriend. Our parents would be ok with us being home alone all day together, which wouldn't happen with any other of my guy friends. I'll even admit that I had a huge crush on you last summer. Days and days we spent with each other, even talking shit about anybody, including each other, but that was ok. And just hanging out in silence, and always having fun no matter what. After Easter break, when you turned 13 and I was still 12, I'm not even sure what happened. You started hanging out with another Peter and you turned into a jerk. All you would do is make fun of me. I asked why and you'd never answer. We argue so much now and it's generally over stupid shit. I don't even remember the last 15 minutes where we weren't fighting. I miss our friendship terribly. And even if we get along better this year, I don't think anything will ever be the same. If there's one thing you taught me, it's to be strong and put up with when you kill me with words. I'll always be grateful for that one thing about you. I'll be seeing you until I'm about to go to college. If there's one thing I wish, it's that we could be the best of friends again.
Peter #2-Jesus, I can't even remember the last time you were polite to me. As a joke, I told my friend that I would kill her and you butted in and we argued, in the middle of class. Guess who got in trouble for it? ME. You think you're the shit because you're best friends with Peter #3, who all the guys love. Along with her sister. Thank God I only have to deal with you for 7th and 8th grade, and we'll be off to different high schools, never to see each other ever again. I can't think of anything you ever did to deserve kindness, and it's gonna stay that way. You and your friends even caused two close friends of mine to transfer schools. I'll explain that next.
Peter #3/#4-You're sisters, and you're exactly alike. All the guys love you. All the girls want to be you. You think you're amazing. #4, you dated the guy every girl thought was hot, which made you even more popular. You both have select groups of people that never vary, and you only treat them with kindness. I know that this will never change. You bend the school rules all the time, just like the rest of us, only you get rewarded by the student population for doing so. You and your crowd always boast about how athletic you are, and all the guys are somehow impressed by this. Peter #3, you even took away my best friend, Peter P. Until March, it was always Me, Peter P and Peter G. We were in a situation together, and your stupid "popular" friends joined in. We almost had a fight worked out, until you interfered and took Peter P away. She's never treated me the same, and for that I have to blame you.
Peter #5-You're best friends with Peter #4. Your little sister is also the most obnoxious person I've ever met. All the guys love you too. What's worse is that we're alike in all the ways that matter to me. For example, I love All Time Low. Almost more than life itself. As soon as I start liking them, I find out that you do, too. We even share some physical characteristics. Even though you're 2 years older than I, we're the same height, got braces the same year, both have the same long, brown, and straight hair, and have the same body type. We both love to dance too. I really liked this other guy this year. A month later, I found out that you liked him a lot too. Glad you graduated--Too bad I'll be seeing you until you graduate high school. In two years, me and your sister will be there too. It sucks, doesn't it? Not so much for you, but pretty badly for me.
Peter #6-We were best friends. You came to my house frequently. In 3rd grade, we stayed online until 1 AM on a school night researching our favorite book series. I guess we just grew apart, because after 4th grade you became a jerk. Last week, you blackmailed me to my face about something that's not even in my memory. You say you're gonna be the freaking Pope, and all you do is make fun of people. I'll be dealing with you for another 6 years. Maybe things will work out. Maybe they won't. All I know is, I miss the days when we got along.
Peter #7-In 2nd grade, we were friends for about 6 months. I guess you suddenly changed. And then, you changed back. You've always been a jerk, plain and simple. I've never liked you a whole lot. I don't want to be friends. I want you to treat me with more respect for now. When we're in high school, and I see you in the halls, don't acknowledge my existence. Carry on, like I'm just another one of the 300 or so kids that will be in our class. I'll do the same. And you'll be a memory. That's all I want from you.
It kills me to know that I see you every day, and you make fun of me. What have I ever done to you? Nothing. Nothing at all.
You know who I am. You'll never forget me. I'll make sure of it.
Peter #1-It's you that I want to write about first. In the beginning of the 6th grade, we were the best of friends. I told you almost everything and you guessed stuff about me--usually completely accurately, and vice versa. We had our fair share of stupid, stupid fights--but they always worked themselves out. For most of the year, I spent so much time with you that people were convinced I was your girlfriend. Our parents would be ok with us being home alone all day together, which wouldn't happen with any other of my guy friends. I'll even admit that I had a huge crush on you last summer. Days and days we spent with each other, even talking shit about anybody, including each other, but that was ok. And just hanging out in silence, and always having fun no matter what. After Easter break, when you turned 13 and I was still 12, I'm not even sure what happened. You started hanging out with another Peter and you turned into a jerk. All you would do is make fun of me. I asked why and you'd never answer. We argue so much now and it's generally over stupid shit. I don't even remember the last 15 minutes where we weren't fighting. I miss our friendship terribly. And even if we get along better this year, I don't think anything will ever be the same. If there's one thing you taught me, it's to be strong and put up with when you kill me with words. I'll always be grateful for that one thing about you. I'll be seeing you until I'm about to go to college. If there's one thing I wish, it's that we could be the best of friends again.
Peter #2-Jesus, I can't even remember the last time you were polite to me. As a joke, I told my friend that I would kill her and you butted in and we argued, in the middle of class. Guess who got in trouble for it? ME. You think you're the shit because you're best friends with Peter #3, who all the guys love. Along with her sister. Thank God I only have to deal with you for 7th and 8th grade, and we'll be off to different high schools, never to see each other ever again. I can't think of anything you ever did to deserve kindness, and it's gonna stay that way. You and your friends even caused two close friends of mine to transfer schools. I'll explain that next.
Peter #3/#4-You're sisters, and you're exactly alike. All the guys love you. All the girls want to be you. You think you're amazing. #4, you dated the guy every girl thought was hot, which made you even more popular. You both have select groups of people that never vary, and you only treat them with kindness. I know that this will never change. You bend the school rules all the time, just like the rest of us, only you get rewarded by the student population for doing so. You and your crowd always boast about how athletic you are, and all the guys are somehow impressed by this. Peter #3, you even took away my best friend, Peter P. Until March, it was always Me, Peter P and Peter G. We were in a situation together, and your stupid "popular" friends joined in. We almost had a fight worked out, until you interfered and took Peter P away. She's never treated me the same, and for that I have to blame you.
Peter #5-You're best friends with Peter #4. Your little sister is also the most obnoxious person I've ever met. All the guys love you too. What's worse is that we're alike in all the ways that matter to me. For example, I love All Time Low. Almost more than life itself. As soon as I start liking them, I find out that you do, too. We even share some physical characteristics. Even though you're 2 years older than I, we're the same height, got braces the same year, both have the same long, brown, and straight hair, and have the same body type. We both love to dance too. I really liked this other guy this year. A month later, I found out that you liked him a lot too. Glad you graduated--Too bad I'll be seeing you until you graduate high school. In two years, me and your sister will be there too. It sucks, doesn't it? Not so much for you, but pretty badly for me.
Peter #6-We were best friends. You came to my house frequently. In 3rd grade, we stayed online until 1 AM on a school night researching our favorite book series. I guess we just grew apart, because after 4th grade you became a jerk. Last week, you blackmailed me to my face about something that's not even in my memory. You say you're gonna be the freaking Pope, and all you do is make fun of people. I'll be dealing with you for another 6 years. Maybe things will work out. Maybe they won't. All I know is, I miss the days when we got along.
Peter #7-In 2nd grade, we were friends for about 6 months. I guess you suddenly changed. And then, you changed back. You've always been a jerk, plain and simple. I've never liked you a whole lot. I don't want to be friends. I want you to treat me with more respect for now. When we're in high school, and I see you in the halls, don't acknowledge my existence. Carry on, like I'm just another one of the 300 or so kids that will be in our class. I'll do the same. And you'll be a memory. That's all I want from you.
It kills me to know that I see you every day, and you make fun of me. What have I ever done to you? Nothing. Nothing at all.
You know who I am. You'll never forget me. I'll make sure of it.
I HATE PETER WHO TRIES TO HOLD ME BACK FROM GROWING UP
Peter-
I hate you. You try to hold me back from growing up and try to make me peter's little angel. Screw you. I hate you peter, and no matter what your ugly self says, i'm not going to be homeschooled. Homeschooling is for losers with no friends. I hate you peter, for yelling at me "IF YOU EVER MAKE FRIENDS THAT AREN'T OUR RELIGION, I DON'T WANT THEM IN MY HOUSE!" very religious to say, peter. I hate you peter, for being so two-faced in front of my friends and making them thing you're just a sweet person. Remember when you used to always hit me when i was younger? Before i could stand up for myself? I hate you for that too. I hate you peter, for loving the freaking dogs more than me, for making me cry 4 days a week, for trying to force everything on me, for making me feel like Cinderella minus the fairy godmother, cleaning all the time and never getting time to just relax and be with friends. I hate you peter, for pretending to cry in front of the rest of the family for attention, if you were really crying you wouldn't come sit in the living room while the rest of us are there watching a show. I hate you for trying to take me out of cheerleading and public school, there's nothing wrong with it. You just think i'm gonna come out of that school being a stoner and not wanting to go to college. That's my brother, and you know it. I'm a good kid, and you know it. I hate you for telling me you hated me to my face numerous times. I've never said it to your face, peter. I hate you for telling me when i went into kindergarten that the kids there are mean and not to talk to them. I hate you for trying to steal the cat's love towards me. She's my cat, i don't care if you got her for mother's day. You have the dogs to love and spoil. I hate you peter, for never encouraging me or being motherly to me. I hate you for telling the lady at the hair salon when i was little to "cut it all off" after i was so happy i finally grew my hair out long. You made me look like a boy. You never get me anything "just because", i have to buy it myself. I've had nothing to eat all summer because you only shop for things to take to work. I've lost about 4 pounds. That's not normal for a 14 year old. I hate you for always dissing my two best friends, the only people with families that actually love me. I hate you for making me afraid to come out of my room when i was little. I hate you for purposely killing the yellow roses i planted with dad when i was 9. I hate you for not trusting me. I hate how you tell people that Rhiannon was the smart child, Shea was the cute child, Dylan was the miracle child, and I was the child that "wasn't planned". Thanks for calling me an accident. Thanks for spoiling Dylan, even though you constantly called me a "spoiled ungrateful little brat". Remember when you almost backed the car over me and almost killed me? And i jumped out of the way on the concrete, scraping my knees? I have those scars. They'll never go away.
And the reality of it all is that, I don't hate you, Peter. I love you. I could never hate you. I know deep down you love me too, and I want you to show it. Please?
-Hurting in Missouri.
I hate you. You try to hold me back from growing up and try to make me peter's little angel. Screw you. I hate you peter, and no matter what your ugly self says, i'm not going to be homeschooled. Homeschooling is for losers with no friends. I hate you peter, for yelling at me "IF YOU EVER MAKE FRIENDS THAT AREN'T OUR RELIGION, I DON'T WANT THEM IN MY HOUSE!" very religious to say, peter. I hate you peter, for being so two-faced in front of my friends and making them thing you're just a sweet person. Remember when you used to always hit me when i was younger? Before i could stand up for myself? I hate you for that too. I hate you peter, for loving the freaking dogs more than me, for making me cry 4 days a week, for trying to force everything on me, for making me feel like Cinderella minus the fairy godmother, cleaning all the time and never getting time to just relax and be with friends. I hate you peter, for pretending to cry in front of the rest of the family for attention, if you were really crying you wouldn't come sit in the living room while the rest of us are there watching a show. I hate you for trying to take me out of cheerleading and public school, there's nothing wrong with it. You just think i'm gonna come out of that school being a stoner and not wanting to go to college. That's my brother, and you know it. I'm a good kid, and you know it. I hate you for telling me you hated me to my face numerous times. I've never said it to your face, peter. I hate you for telling me when i went into kindergarten that the kids there are mean and not to talk to them. I hate you for trying to steal the cat's love towards me. She's my cat, i don't care if you got her for mother's day. You have the dogs to love and spoil. I hate you peter, for never encouraging me or being motherly to me. I hate you for telling the lady at the hair salon when i was little to "cut it all off" after i was so happy i finally grew my hair out long. You made me look like a boy. You never get me anything "just because", i have to buy it myself. I've had nothing to eat all summer because you only shop for things to take to work. I've lost about 4 pounds. That's not normal for a 14 year old. I hate you for always dissing my two best friends, the only people with families that actually love me. I hate you for making me afraid to come out of my room when i was little. I hate you for purposely killing the yellow roses i planted with dad when i was 9. I hate you for not trusting me. I hate how you tell people that Rhiannon was the smart child, Shea was the cute child, Dylan was the miracle child, and I was the child that "wasn't planned". Thanks for calling me an accident. Thanks for spoiling Dylan, even though you constantly called me a "spoiled ungrateful little brat". Remember when you almost backed the car over me and almost killed me? And i jumped out of the way on the concrete, scraping my knees? I have those scars. They'll never go away.
And the reality of it all is that, I don't hate you, Peter. I love you. I could never hate you. I know deep down you love me too, and I want you to show it. Please?
-Hurting in Missouri.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
I HATE PETER WHO KILLED MY SOUL
I hate you Peter, for slowly working to break down the walls I had built to keep myself from getting hurt. I hate you because of the way you made me fall in love with you and knew that I was hooked so you took advantage of it. I hate that you wasted my time with you trying to help you when no one else would. I hate you because you acted like you really cared about me, but secretly you plotted. I hate you Peter for stealing my money, for threatening me with harm. I hate you Peter because I was the victim in your battle with depression, BPD, Bi Polar Disorder, and many other yet to be diagnosed mental illnesses. I hate you Peter because of the time you came and tried to kick down my hotel room door, but called me back begging me to talk to you and I did. I hate you Peter for ignoring my calls to return my phone I had bought for you when you were using me still, and then when I showed up at your door, you slammed it in my face, ignored my pleas to just return my phone, and instead you CALLED THE COPS ON ME! ( The cops said you were shifty and obviously lying too). I hate you Peter for comforting me when I was very down, and telling me everything would be okay and you would be there for me...when you knew you wouldn't. I hate you for telling him that I had dumped you in the street when I had fed you for three days, put you up in my hotel room, filled your car with gas, gave you money for spending, and bought a steak dinner for you before giving you my cell phone to borrow and heading home. I hate you peter for taking your Aunt and her friends to my favorite restaurant and ignoring me that night ( you and I had reservations I had told you !). I hate you Peter for getting me to spend the time and money on fixing your old bosses house and furnace.....you got the credit for it, and I got stiffed with the bills. I hate you Peter for talking me into paying your rent for storage, at your old place and new....I hate you for using me to help you move, and getting me to rent the moving truck and fill it with gasoline, while you yelled at me all day long at the moving place. I hate you Peter for giving me a book about Crickets, reading me your BULLSHIT story and telling me that a cricket who is alone, will never sing, and then you left me alone. I hate you for stealing the yogurt from my refrigerator and leaving all of your food there, because I was very sick with antibiotics and needed the biosism . I hate you Peter for talking to me all the time like I was a piece of shit, and for telling lies about being with me to your family members, so they would think bad about me and help you shut me out. I hate you Peter for calling me and telling me you were now HIV positive and that I needed to be checked for other STD s after exposing me to all of them for 9 months while you f'd around with who knows who or what. I hate you Peter for making me sad, depressed, and crushed and for exploiting my abandonment fear I had shared with only you out of everyone in the world I could have.I hate you Peter for leaving me at the dinner table and with the food arriving while you went to the train station and tried to take the rail home. I hate you Peter for copying my personal information into your "logs" to use against them or me later on. I hate you Peter for loosing the stolen. I hate you Peter for trying to frame me , for taking over your online accounts when I did not accept those discounts nor did I accept those policies'.
Most of all Peter, I hate you because you always hated me, but used me to get what you wanted and cared about, and then burned me like a moth near a flame. I hate you for making me watch our sex tapes that we had planned to edit together and for making me listen to my songs for you that you may never ever hear.
I hate you Peter for not telling me your okay when that is all I really cared about..................are you?
The Loneliest Cricket
Most of all Peter, I hate you because you always hated me, but used me to get what you wanted and cared about, and then burned me like a moth near a flame. I hate you for making me watch our sex tapes that we had planned to edit together and for making me listen to my songs for you that you may never ever hear.
I hate you Peter for not telling me your okay when that is all I really cared about..................are you?
The Loneliest Cricket
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