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.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
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
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