I tried to be someone, I lied to be someone else for you.
        Peter always felt like he needed to please Liz, like he needed to impress her—like he needed to love her.
        Even after they had broken up, Peter continued to feel this way.
He couldn't find himself after that failed relationship. He felt as if he would never be fine on his own. He couldn't even begin to forget about Liz, she had changed him in ways Peter couldn't even begin to imagine. He was someone new because of her.
        Peter didn't know how he would change himself again in order to return to his former self, his true self. Peter had a whole new identity when he was around Liz. He found himself pretending to be someone else. Which led him to not only lie to himself, but to everyone around him.

         If I had done something a little bit differently we would've moved in a better direction than this.
        Peter didn't know where he went wrong with his relationships, the one with Liz, and the one with his friends. Most importantly, he didn't know where he went wrong with (Y/N).
Peter didn't know how to describe what happened between himself and (Y/N) because truthfully, he didn't know what happened. It was a spur of the moment; something he didn't mean to say.

        If you were human, if you were who I assumed you were, you wouldn't have done this.
        Peter would be lying if he said he wasn't in the wrong, but at the moment that fight happened he could've sworn it was the right thing to say.
       "Don't take this the wrong way. I told you that I was sorry! I don't know what else you want me to say? That I'm over Liz? I'm not, okay? Can we get past that already? You're so fucking annoying about it, I'm trying. Isn't that enough? I'm fighting to keep this friendship alive because I love you, and all you do is whine and complain about me not having time for you. How is that fair?"

You say that you love me, but you act like you don't.
        As Peter's words echoed throughout the hallway of his apartment building, you were dumbfounded, shocked, and angered all at once.
       "You think you fight for us? You fight for yourself! You're nothing but a selfish coward. Hiding behind the fact that Liz broke up with you. Get over yourself, Peter. She dumped you. It happened. All you do is go on-and-on about her. You don't fight for me. You gave up that fight the moment you chose her over me and your other friends. Don't come at me with your pathetic 'I love you's.' If you truly wanted this friendship to work, you'd act like it."

Don't take this the wrong way—you put me in harm's way.
        The only one Peter truly loved was himself. You were sick of being ignorant. You now knew you wouldn't ever want to be anything like Peter. You realized you were living in his world—not the both of yours.
        There was a time in your life where if Peter left, you would've felt completely empty. But now? Now, you felt right about distancing yourself.
He was your muse for a long time, he would help you get through the night and through all your hardships. And you wanted to play the part—all for him, but now that he was always on the go? Always away from home? Always consumed with his own life? You realized that you had to leave so that you wouldn't completely shatter and tear yourself apart.

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this imagine is based off the neighbourhood's song titled "$Ting"

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this is so bad

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