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
Monday, December 20, 2010
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
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