10 Things I Hate About Myself Book Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He talked about love and how much love can heal a broken mind and soul , stating that if you must love then you must forget all the pains in your heart. "The love you hated could be your perfect love. The love I hated saved me and has mended my heart for good", Harry said in his speech.

I know I can’t hate you and I know that if I don’t hate you I will hate myself. You made me have nightmares, you traumatized me, you put me in a dark position that I can not even begin to describe and you know what hurts more is when I think about that horrible memory, all the good memories I shared with you fade away like it was nothing and just like that I begin to feel hatred for myself because no matter how I try I can not hate you even though you are the reason behind my ten years of miseries.

However, his mind and heart were diseased for as long as God knows. This made Gianna reminisced about almost being in a similar pot of soup. Luna handled hers like a big girl even though merely ten. She couldn't do the same being six years older. She'll be devastated: blame the world and all that was in it. She'd be selfish: prohibit her parent's happiness with anyone else unless each other. She'd be loathsome: hate those who intended to replace either parent. She'd be rebellious and much more.

I mean, I was probably inside this chamber for just five minutes but it felt like the time extended to more than an hour. "What do you hate about yourself?" I blinked a few times because of that question. My mind went blank for a couple of seconds before I got the words to answer. "I hate myself for valuing the rankings, that I end up killing myself from pressure just to get on the top. I hate myself for always wanting what's grand and end up ignoring those little things that actually are more vital." A bitter smile spread on my lips. "I hate myself for following the stiff standards of society and for always thinking that everything is alright ... Leading myself to have a hard time accepting

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.

“I can’t—because it’s you. Because I saw the truth about your mother, and I can’t erase it from my mind. I saw your pain. That was when the realization hit me.” “What realization? “The lies I always tell myself—that I hate the way you laugh, I hate the way you look at me, I hate your goddamn scent, I hate it when you're not around me, when you disregard my feelings, I hate the way you talk to me, I hate it when you stare, and when you read my mind—-i hate it so much that it makes me sick!” Her voice shatters. She bites her lip hard, her body trembling. “But mostly I hate the fact that I don't hate you, not even close, not even at all.”

who i am. and i hate myself for wanting more anyway.

I wished I was like the other normal people, who finds their love and gives herself to their love without any fear of hesitation like me. I was restless, peace wasn’t a part of me anymore. And the unsettling feeling of something bad going to happen didn’t let me think wisely. I was frustrated, angry and hating myself more than anything in this world. I hate myself for being such a helpless asshole who can’t even promise his love, who can’t even take a step ahead and accept his love boldly in front of the woman he loves. I feel so terrible, fucking so terrible. I wanted to tell her everything from the horrible childhood to till the present time where I've made up my mind to attend therapy to