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“I don’t know how to live through this without you.” I waited for something to happen, for him to answer me. But he was not in there anymore. My fingers squeezed the bowl. Ash spilled over the edge. “I hate them,” I said, louder, and my voice did not sound like mine. “I hate them for taking you.” I clenched my jaw hard. Something inside my chest broke. “I hate myself more.” I lifted my hand and let the ash fall. It landed on the white cloth, and it felt wrong to do.

This is my home now. My luggage stacked like rubbish waiting to be taken out. I clenched my fist. Pressed my teeth together so hard my jaw ached. "I hate myself!" The words tore out of me loud and raw, bouncing off the shelter walls. I hit the seat with my palm. Once. Twice. "Fuck! I hate men! I hate everybody!" My voice cracked and broke and I let it.

in her own way, a way that was not love, that was never love, that was something else, something I cannot name, something that resembles fear, hatred, jealousy, possession, everything except what a mother should feel for her daughter, even a daughter who is not her own, even a daughter she raised out of obligation, out of duty, out of interest, out of fear, I hated myself, Élianor, I hated myself, and I still hate myself, every day, every hour, every minute, every second, since I recovered my memory, since I know who I am, where I come from, where I am going, what I did, what I was, what I am, what I will be, since I know that I abandoned you, left you, forgot you, you, my daughter, my baby, my smile, my eyes, my hair, everything I had loved, everything I had lost, everything I had given, everything I had sacrificed, everything I had sold, everything I had betrayed, everything I had abandoned, everything I had left, everything I had forgotten, everything, everything, everything, so I know, Élianor, I know that you hated me, and I understand you , I understand you, because me too, me too I hated myself, me too I hate myself, me too I will always hate myself, whatever happens, whatever you do, whatever you say, whatever you choose, because that's what it is, a mother, a daughter, something that cannot be erased, cannot be forgotten, cannot be betrayed, cannot be lied to, cannot be hidden, cannot be fled, but can hate itself, detest itself, reject itself, hurt itself, destroy itself, annihilate itself, erase itself, forget itself, everything, everything, everything".

I didn’t even reαlize I wαs crying until I felt it. The teαrs. Sliding down my fαce while my chest αched like something inside me hαd crαcked open. "Alphα—" Richαrd sαid gently. "I hαte myself‚" I cut him off. "I hate myself more than she hates me." "Then do something αbout it‚" he sαid softly. "Go αfter her. Apologize. Show her you’re sorry. It’s not too lαte. It might feel like it is... but it’s not. Not if you meαn it."

My fingers curl tightly around the steering wheel, and tears stream down my face. I don’t know where I’m going. I have no plans. I’ve shut off my phone; I don’t want to see all the hateful things people have to say about me. I know how to hate myself i don’t need anyone else to do it for me. I made this mess, I fucked things up. I did all of this.

I hated him. I hated this. But worse... I hated myself more. Because deep inside... some part of me... wanted it.

I hate myself for this, I hate myself for this so much, I just can't forgive myself at all. I'm hurting him,I know I am. It's sad I can't be with who I want to be with.

I hate myself for getting involved with him. I hate myself to spending so much time with him. Time that I could've been using to find Jack. More tears pool into my eyes as I look down at the water below me, feeling tears stain my cheeks as my emotions get the best of me. Why can't I do anything right? Why can't I ever do anything fucking right?! What's the point of even being here anymore?! I should just fucking kill myself.

Just emptiness. And I hated myself for it. “Useless. Incompetent. Fool.” I growled, seated alone at the bar in my living room. My hand trembled as I slapped my cheek. My eyes were bloodshot from holding back tears I didn’t want to show, and I couldn’t hold them anymore. “Useless. Useless.” I whispered again, hitting myself once more before finally breaking. The tears poured out, and I sank into myself. Why me? Why all of this?

I hate myself. Countless times she had cried, pleading for me to believe her and save her from the immense torture she was buried in, but I had emotionlessly ignored her. I hate myself. I had considered everyone’s words regarding the incident of my father’s death, forgetting that her words mattered the most. — forgetting that she truly loved me too much to want to hurt me that way, and in reaction, I had called her a murderer. I had broken her heart… I fucking hate myself! I motioned to smash something now, but then I timely stopped myself from doing so. I was all alone in a room now, so I didn’t want to make noise and destroy anything because the room wasn’t mine. It was hers.

I was a failure, a disappointment, unworthy of the love and affection I so desperately craved. I clenched my fists in frustration, the anger boiling within me like a tempest raging in the depths of my being. "I wish I wasn't in this world at all," I muttered bitterly, my voice laced with bitterness and despair. But even as the words left my lips, a small voice whispered in the depths of my mind, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. "You are worth more than you know," it said, a faint echo of encouragement in the midst of my self-loathing.

He bellows, "all those years I spent hating myself and calling myself all those disgusting names scarred my heart, mind and soul and now my body is healed but my heart is still wallowing in that misery and that part is my fault." "What I'm saying in essence is that you can cry all you want, hate the situation all you want and it's normal that you do because it was a terrible thing what happened to you but do not hold onto it too long hence, you ruin yourself even more than you think those fuckers ruined you."

Never ending shivers are leaving my body. He removed his hands around me as I immediately got up. I closed my eyes as I let my tears out. I loathe myself for not being able to save myself. I hate how I got crushed like an ant in his presence. I detest myself more than him. I looked as him in resentment as i said in anger, "I hate your very existence!" I let out soft sob and began to leave as I heard him say, "I know that, No one loves me anyways"

I said as I wipe my non existing tears. "You both are mental!" Usher snickered to us. And we both glared at him . "What?" He asked like his shocked "Shut up! Your also mental!" We three laughed. Well, as I said I do have plan on settle down. But contrary to that, I still not yet found the woman that's right for me. As I can see, women just after my fame, money and bodddy???. Hhahaha.. of course please don't get me wrong people! Peace.. ✌️✌️✌️

But then I saw a light, and I lived in it. Maybe one would ask why I still don't hate myself despite all my despair. I have many reasons to hate myself. I am not perfect and will never be perfect. I am boring, my life was a mess, and my childhood was a lie. I didn't live a beautiful or even normal life. But c'mon, you can give me 1000 reasons to hate, but I have one good reason to love. This is me. This is who I was meant to be. If I give up, will there be success in my district now? I stated my flaws, but I still don't hate myself. After all, I stand with God in saying that I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

“I don’t want to hear that from you!” I know that I am just lashing out at him again. Every time I see him, all I want to do is to abuse him with words. Ah! I hate myself. I’ve asked what is there to love in Theo, but honestly, I should ask myself that. There is nothing to love in me. Nothing good. I am weak, I am selfish, and as he said, I am out of my element here. I am breaking and I don’t know how to stop this crushing pain.

I refuse to be held responsible for short breaths, raging heartbeat and dripping panties. English is my third language, so I am still learning. Please pay attention to the comments you leave - I am happy to accept constructive criticism, but a pure demonstration of hate is not tolerable. Thank you. INTRO “I hate myself for having warm feelings for a cold-blooded murderer." "You're such a fool. Not only are you a freak, an undesirable abnormality, but you are a complete tool. You live with the foolish belief that there is a Goddess who doesn't exist."

Sobs wrack my body as I pull my hair in anguish. I hate Enrique. I hate candy man. I hate everyone but I hate myself the most. - The moon split half and the stars crumbled, falling like fireworks in the sea. I watched my world fall apart the day you left-

I couldn't stop my tears from falling out of my eyes. "Looking at me as if I am just a pretty object that they can toss aside when they're bored. I know that you all hated me! Stop pretending to be nice and just go away!" My voice cracked while saying that. My throat hurts as if it's burning. "That's because you hate yourself!" My forehead creased after hearing him say that. After all the things that I did to him, he's naive to say that I hate myself. I'm selfish, and I probably want to escape by death because that's the easy way to end all of my problems.

Ava POV I hate myself, I hate my life, I hate my mate, I hate everything, I hate everyone. I hate myself for being the cause of everything, I hate my life for not choosing to be normal and instead caught up in some twisted supernatural series, I hate my mate for taking away everyone I love, I hate everything for not being in my favor for once, I hate everyone because I’m not like them; because I’m not normal like them. I really hate my mate but still he knows what to do to me whenever I’m sad, I get to see his soft other side I always wish for whenever I’m sad; that side I wish I met first and will be permanent.