10 Things I Hate About Myself Book Novels & Stories

I hated myself more than anyone else. I wished I could just stop being me~ Being Reah was sad and I hated it~

Did I understand correctly? "I used to despise you. You're nosy, loud, blunt, childish, and irritating; you make me yell and drive me insane." I was about to protest when he approached me and put his fingers to my mouth to stop me. "I can say 100 negative things about you, but I can also say 101 positive things about you.” “You are everything I desire, and I was completely unaware of it. I didn't realize it until that fateful day. Because I want to ignore my feelings and I despise myself for not being able to do anything about it."

in her own way, a way that was not love, that was never love, that was something else, something I cannot name, something that resembles fear, hatred, jealousy, possession, everything except what a mother should feel for her daughter, even a daughter who is not her own, even a daughter she raised out of obligation, out of duty, out of interest, out of fear, I hated myself, Élianor, I hated myself, and I still hate myself, every day, every hour, every minute, every second, since I recovered my memory, since I know who I am, where I come from, where I am going, what I did, what I was, what I am, what I will be, since I know that I abandoned you, left you, forgot you, you, my daughter, my baby

Running away after my presentation because I was angry at the world and at myself was very silly. Before that day I was actually very happy. My life was very good. So, I let one single problem snowball into the biggest shit-show ever. It made me hate my own family because of some dumb harmless comments. It made me hate myself and it made me put on a whole circus that culminated in everyone hating my guts. But at this point, I realize that I should have just eaten one of Rio's cookies and accepted myself as I am. Because there is no other option.

“I will decide whether or not I can help. Now I am demanding a clear answer from you.” I clenched my fists. Why did he need to know this? It was my own personal business he had no right to demand this out of me. And yet, I wanted to know what he meant by help. Was there a small chance he could fix me? The wine had obviously begun to work because suddenly I was blurting out everything. “I hate myself, Mr Stone. Okay? I hate the way I act. I hate the way I look. I hate the fact I will never be the person I want to be. I just…” During my rant, my breathing had quickened. I realised what I had just done, and I clamped my mouth shut.

I refuse to be held responsible for short breaths, raging heartbeat and dripping panties. English is my third language, so I am still learning. Please pay attention to the comments you leave - I am happy to accept constructive criticism, but a pure demonstration of hate is not tolerable. Thank you. INTRO “I hate myself for having warm feelings for a cold-blooded murderer." "You're such a fool. Not only are you a freak, an undesirable abnormality, but you are a complete tool. You live with the foolish belief that there is a Goddess who doesn't exist."

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."

Henry shouts my name from afar, but his voice is gradually thinning. When my butt against the tough ground, I kneel while touching my butt, “Aigh!” My tears drip out after I encourage myself to stand up. I feel so lonely, and I hate this feeling. I don’t want to face myself in a dark hole. There is no hope for me. There is no hope for my dream. There is no hope for my love. Fuck it! I hate myself in this situation. I can’t even live alone in the dark. I’m bad at dealing with hard situations. I’m bad at dealing with people. I’m bad at dealing with myself.

I sighed. "I hate that you aren't here." I choked. "I hate that I can't call you. I hate that I can't hug you." I cried softly. "But while I hate all of that I need to learn to not hate myself. I've spent so long hating myself for my kidney not working. Someone recently opened my eyes that blaming myself isn't what you would have wanted." I looked over at Knox who was talking to my mom. "I"m ready to stop hating myself."

“I don’t want to hear that from you!” I know that I am just lashing out at him again. Every time I see him, all I want to do is to abuse him with words. Ah! I hate myself. I’ve asked what is there to love in Theo, but honestly, I should ask myself that. There is nothing to love in me. Nothing good. I am weak, I am selfish, and as he said, I am out of my element here. I am breaking and I don’t know how to stop this crushing pain.