10 Things I Hate About Myself Book Novels & Stories

I hated that I had ruined so many lives just by being selfish enough to write down my feelings. And I did not know how to stop hating myself.

I hated it so much. With so much self-loathing, I pulled myself out of bed and headed into the shower, then scrubbed myself so hard that I turned red, and if I continued, it wouldn’t take long before I started bleeding. I wanted to cry, for being so disloyal to my boys, at myself. But no matter how much I hated myself for it, what was done was done. FUCK XANDER AND EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM.

I've lived my life without his kind and I won't start changing my lifestyle now. I flung my phone to the couch and walked up the stairs to my room not caring that I might get a call later. This is sickening. All of these!...I hate my parents for making me go through this. I hate Blake. I hate him for everything that he's worth which is not saying much. I hate the world for even letting me be born. I hate having to deal with all my life's trouble on my own. I hate that I'm so insecure about everything. Like the universe is against me. I hate that I can't tell anyone about my life. Cause they'll leave. Like Fabrico just did. I wasn't even worth it.

~ NATALIE ~ I hated myself, hated myself, for the fickleness of my heart. For all the ways I feared and doubted, and dragged other wolves down with me. I knew it about myself and if there was anything I could change, that would be it. It was a fierce irony to me that everyone liked to talk about how strong I was, when I knew the truth was that I wasn’t strong at all. I was stubborn as fuck, and prideful—some might say narcissistic, but I didn’t think that was it.

“We’ll be there in ten minutes.” I could not respond. Could not form words around the terror choking me. How had I become this person? This daughter who put her stepbrothers above her own mother? Who chose being used and claimed over being reachable in an emergency? I hated myself. The self loathing was so intense it made me physically nauseous. I hated my body for responding to them. Hated that even now, even terrified, I could still feel the marks they had left. The places they had touched. The things they had done.

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"

And she did all, with the help of the man who had fallen in love with her. I couldn't wait to get home and start reading it, so I opened it up and began. The book somehow... seemed to resonate with me, well, for the most part. My dad was awesome, and I love him, but I get Isabella. She struggles to find the good in things and doubts her every move because she is yet to learn to trust and love herself. The more I read the first pages, the more I forgot everything around me, zoning out and delving into the book.

I hated myself but why can't I just hate him too? .

But the only thing about her that excited me was that she was ready to take me out from here. There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail, the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared, I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.