10 Things I Hate About Myself Book Novels & Stories

My mind however clung to his words – the words I wanted to hear all my life, the words I needed to hear. “I hate myself for breaking your heart, Lotte. To this day, I have never forgiven myself. And you are right, I thought I was protecting you, but I was mostly protecting myself. I was afraid to love, afraid of rejection, and afraid of heartbreak. I am a selfish coward. And a heartbreaker, just like you said. God! How can I be so stupid? So full of shit!” he held his face in his hands, not releasing any more sound. I was unsure of whether he was tearing up or whether he was searching for more insults to address to himself.

But the more I wiped, the more the tears fell. I hated this. I hated him. I hated myself. I hated the whole fucking world.

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 Hate U, I Love U" is a song by American singer and rapper Gnash featuring American singer Olivia O'Brien. It was released on February 17, 2016) I stopped the song in middle because I felt a strong pain in my heart and my eyes were red shedding tears.My mind was filled with my lovable night with him in F city. It was like a dream for me.I always tried to control my feelings for him but I never succeeded. I hurts me so much whenever I think of him.Although my life is complete with a caring husband and a lovely child I always felt some emptiness in my heart.

The urge to just close my mouth and sleep here in this comfortable bed was right there, but I reeled it in. This needs to be addressed and I won’t get better unless I talk about it. “I don’t know,” I repeat, “All I know is I hate myself. For allowing it to happen. For leaving them. For relying on someone else to help them. For not doing enough. For only thinking of myself. I hate it. I hate that I allowed it. I hate me.”

And she had sworn, sworn that she would take him down. But tonight, her lips still burned. Her heart still raced. And she hated herself for it. Hours later, as sleep pulled her under, one thought repeated like a curse in her mind: What if she no longer wanted to win??

I hated him. I hated myself more.

What the fuck is wrong with me? God, I hate myself. And I hate Evie. I hate her for living her life without me. And I hate that I haven’t been able to live without her. Because, really, all I have done for the last decade is exist inside the haze of my memories of her.

His jaw clenched. Good. “You stood there. You let her slap me. You let her drag me through the dirt like I was nothing. And you said nothing. After everything you whispered in my ear. After everything you did to my body”. My voice cracked. I didn’t stop. “You know what I hate the most?” I went on, chest heaving. “Not the betrayal. Not the jealousy. Not even the humiliation. I hate that I let you touch me. I hate that I wanted it. I hate that I still want it.”

"It makes me feel so little of myself, I hate myself and sometimes all I can do is think of putting myself out of this misery" "Then put yourself out, who is stopping you?"