10 Things I Hate About Me Book Novels & Stories

It shouldn't change any thing if she hates me right? I mean, I've seen tons of human display their hatred against me. Why then does her own hatred towards me matters? Why am I over reacting towards it? Its okay for people to hate me, why then is it not okay for her to hate me too? The only person I never wished for to hate me was Amelia and she's no more. "I just want this to stop as soon as possible, I hate holding my self guilty." I yelled out in frustration as I banged my fist on the table before me. "I hate this foreign feeling."

He wants to know what I think. " * Laughs* Sounds like my greedy pet just got greedier." " What about you? What do you hate about me?" " Well... I hate how your silver tongue always knows exactly what to say to drive me nuts. I hate how you always manage to be able to find that missing piece in my theories with your shocking simple point of view. I hate how you know me so well that you're able to predict what my next move is, whether I'll sleep and eat or not. I hate how you and Kaen have your own little world where you talk weirdly and challenge each other with pointless, weird, funny challenges. I hate how soft and cuddly you are in your leopard form and that I just want to hold you foreve

I inquired curiously. "Well, for one, you're a very mysterious person. You're closed off and you don't seem to like to let people close to you but you share a very close bond with Max which is why you hate to hurt him but somehow always manage to. You have a lot of secrets and think you're a bad person even though you're not." "Hmm, you're not wrong but I wouldn't say you're right either." I glanced up at her and we locked eyes. "I am a bad person. Just think about all the things I've done to you and–"

Dragging my legs back to my locker, I stuff my books inside it include my bag before grabbing a novel and slamming the locker shut. I guess it's going to be me and my novel once again. Just like it has always been these past three years, nothing is going to ever change. Nothing and now, along with me hating myself for killing my parents, me hating myself for having a one-night stand with a stranger. I now also have to hate myself for losing my best friend. What a great life I have, isn't it? *** "I somehow knew that I would find you here." He smiles at me as I stare at him and I give him a small smile before moving a little to the left, so he will sit.

That every single morning when you wake up, you have to mentally prepare yourself for another whole day of someone literally hating every single breath you take? "He doesn't just ignore me anymore," I say, and my voice sounds all shaky and weird, like it's not even my voice anymore. "It's like... okay, remember back in middle school when Jenny Parker decided she hated you? Like, how she wouldn't even look at you in the hallway and would walk all the way around just to avoid you? It's about a hundred times worse than that. Every single time he looks at me now, it's like... like I'm the absolute worst person who's ever lived. And you want to know the really crazy part? He honestly, truly belie

Her sufferings, pain, and sadness were a failings that shouldn’t have happened. “I hate your smile makes my heart mushy, I hate your strong headed nature, selfishness, and the stupid things that you do that have the most effect on me. I hate that I can’t quit you no matter how hard I try. I hate the more you push me away the tougher I desire to be with you. I hate Nicole meeting you first when it should have been me, I hate to think you thought about divorcing me. I hate you for these things but I love you for everything, the pain, tears, obstacles. I love that I love you.”

I said gritting my teeth in anger. The hatred I had for William could not be emphasized enough because I hated every single thing about him. From his character to his looks to the way he did his things always set my blood on fire, because I have never seen anyone as self-centered, wicked, and manipulative as he was. He was so selfish, and he could kill a child to make sure that he kept secrets. How can someone be so wicked and selfish? I hated him so much and I just wanted to ignore them and avoid him as much as possible. Seeing him now just increased the hatred that I had toward him.

There are two things I love in life. One, Fridays, Two, Trading insults with Clumsy Nancy. Her name’s actually Nancy Gilbert, but I don’t even care. Nancy, she’s sarcastic, prickly and looks at me irritatingly like I’m the gum stuck to her shoe. But I find her interesting, to an extent. I love how she hates me, and I love how she knows that I love how she hates me. But I hate how audacious she is, how she tells me to shut up to my face. No sugarcoating, no fake smiles. This morning, she wore a coat that made her look like the dwarf from Game of Thrones. I don’t just get this girl. Sometimes, she's pretty dull; other times, she’s like the ‘terror’ in the popular line from GOT, ‘For the night

If I wasn't sitting on a stool then I am sure I would have lost my balance due to the level of hatred that was etched in his eyes. I have always been a good girl. All of my life I have never done anyone wrong before, at least none that I know of. I have never been in a relationship until I met Raphael. I have never so much as smoked a cigarette— well, not until recently. I always have my head buried in a book. I was too busy trying to make good grades to ever get myself in trouble so I don't get it. I don't know why or how he could hate me so much. It doesn't even add up at all.