Novel & Cerita 10 Things I Hate About Myself Book

my voice broke, bile rising, I forced the word out like poison, “pleasure me with your hands. But that doesn’t change the fact that I hate you. Do you hear me? I hate you.” The word ripped from me, raw, ragged.My chest rose and fell rapidly, every breath like a struggle against drowning. His smirk faltered, just for a heartbeat, before returning sharper, crueler. But even as I spat it at him, more venom coiled inside me, and it wasn’t just for Jaxx. I hated myself. For shaking. For reacting. For letting him see the cracks, the tremors, the hunger that I never wanted to admit. I hated Graham. God, I hated him. If not for him, his lies, his betrayals, his weakness, none of this would have happ

"You are gorgeous, you're smart and you're funny. If no one is going to love you for who you are, then it's their loss." "I'm useless Ice, don't you get it? I've been locked in all my life, doing what I was told. I want to be my person, I want to make my own decisions, I want to have fun, and I want to see life the way it is…I want to love, I want to live" "Now is the time…" "No. Because everything I touch always ended up being messy, everywhere I go, my past and mistakes always haunt me. I am wanted by bad people. Do you know how that makes me feel?"

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.

"Cry while choking on devil dick? Fuck, that's hot." My nails dig into the floor, trying to ground myself. Because the worst part isn't the pain. It's not even the filth. It's me. I'm hard. My dick is rock solid in my jeans, straining against the zipper like some pathetic masochist who wants this. I hate him. I hate myself more. I hate that I can't tell where the mission ends and I begin. I hate the taste of him in my mouth. I hate that my body is betraying me.

my voice was so small. “So um…ten years ago, I did something. I did something I will never forgive myself for; something that keeps me up at night and makes me hate myself. I just hope you don’t hate me too after hearing it.”

he shrugged. “These days, a lot of things are about me. And I’m trying my best to avoid being the cause of your problems.” I shrugged. “Well, it doesn’t really matter,” I said. “After all, no matter what you do, no matter how nice you are, there are going to be people who hate you. For either being you, or for trying to be someone that they have always wanted. If they see the good in you, then you shouldn’t try to change yourself to be like someone else.”

I siffened, feeling the bulge pressing into my stomach, proving how shameless this man is. “I Am. Your. Personal. Life,” his voice was confident, possessive. I grabbed his arm, splitting his hold free. “You’re a liar. A hypocrite. And I hate you.” Veins flashed on his temples, the words sinking him into despair. I shouldn’t have said that, but the only way he’d open up was by showing him I don’t care. He f**king hates it. Rushing up the stairs, I slammed the door behind me, took out my laptop and drowning myself in work. Sleep wouldn’t come, and I’m glancing at the door, anticipation pulsing through me.

I reckon it's going to take longer for me as much as I hated it. I hated it. I hate looking at myself in the mirror and barely recognizing myself. I hated how I let Theo treat me the way he did. I hated how I did not see him truly from the very beginning. If I had, it would have saved me a lot of time. It would have saved me from all of this.

Giving his blood for Poppy. I let out a soft breath. I hated myself a little because the ugliest part inside my chest, the part that had been shaking and cold and close to breaking, was now whispering only one small, deeply unhelpful thing: good.

Far more now than I had before. It's been over ten years. Every time he tried to tell me, I fucking ran. "Why would you hate yourself?" He stares at me. "Because I shouldn't have had that party. I felt like it was my fault, Marco. If that party didn't happen, I would have had our baby. I wouldn't have been with that guy, and Dario wouldn't have run him over. There would have been no Dale." My head drops. "I hate myself more for being so blinded by my self-hate to realise he did this and went through all this alone because I didn't want him to give me love."