How Pitiful...

peter's pit stop hey I'm peter. nice t' meet yer.

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I feel my pity... petering out... and thus begins the reign, of

Oh my God I was such a fucking creep what is my Problem. I truly truly hate the person I once was, even more than the person I continue to be. Like it's actually a pretty considerable improvement which is amazing I think because I'm hardly aspirational as is. Actually dire. I'm certain I'll be feeling the exact same way in future and so I apologise to everyone I interact with for not figuring out all the things I'm doing wrong sooner. I really, genuinely apologise. And of course it was even worse earlier but that was long enough ago for me to fully not remember being that age at all. I'm talking about shit I was doing less than two years ago here. Less Than Two Years. I can actually recall like, being alive that long ago, to a not inconsiderable degree. Ughhhh whyyyy whyy was I like that eughhh. Sorry to everybody but sorry to one girl in particular. If I wanted to be charitable to myself I could acknowledge it was a difficult time in my life, but like for real? You really thought that was okay? You selfish, entitled pig. I hate that you're still alive. And look at you, saying that without even the resolve to do something about it. Ugh. What are you 16? Still can't take responsibility with a first-person pronoun? I should be fucking shot. What a worthless post. This miserable little self-obsessed screed indicates I've barely changed at all. Pathetic. Pathetic! Seriously gross. Seriously

I fell into the pit...

WOE!

peteful pitter would be my name, were I not so

here's to another miserable year. I would say I hope for the best but I'm far too