Romans & histoires 10 Things I Hate About You Poem From Movie

The words were a torrent now, unfiltered, a geyser of poisoned emotion that needed a reason to break free. “I hate you!I hate you for making me feel this! For making me care what you think! I hate the way you look through me, like I’m just glass! I hate that you—” A violent, chest-aching hiccup stole my breath. “I hate that you make me feel guilty for things I didn’t even do!”

“Why did you bring me out here? “Stay away from him, you trust too easily. He replied. Ariel scoffed in disbelief. “I know you don't like me, but it has nothing to do with Jaques. I was having fun some moments before, stop trying to make my life miserable.” “Why would I want to make your life miserable? Your life is useless.” He replied to the distraught Ariel. She could feel her heart shatter in a million bits. His words had struck her soul. Ariel reminisced about the time she had spent at the orphanage, and how chaotic her life had been growing up. Tears pooled her eyes as all the painful memories flooded her mind. Maybe he was right after all, her life was pathetic. “Why do you hate me so

maybe finding something which she never find in my eyes not because she is the girl I hate the most but because of the mess I am in. I am not a good man, I never am. she is right I am a monster dressed in a good reputation. A monster who destroys her , every part of her that she is hiding , every part that she don't want to break. She doesn't know that I am planning to ruin her dad fully because if she gets to know that she is never looking at me the way she is looking at me right now. “ I think we should go,” I said ….

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

it makes me sick . It even makes me rhyme ... I hate it....I hate the way you're always right.. I hate it when you lie .. I hate it when you cry .. I hate it when you make me laugh even when you're crying .. I hate it when you're not around... And the fact that you didn't irritate me... I hate it when you didn't miss me.. Am I hating you or am I falling for you?? ♡♡ But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you...

“Just say my name. Th‌at⁠ is all. One word. Te‍ll m⁠e you ar⁠e still i‍n th‌er​e.” He did not mov​e my hand. He‍ did n​ot l​ean in‌to i‍t. He‍ just s‌tar‌ed at the cupboard behind⁠ my head. “I hate you,” I whispered,​ tears spilling o‌ver. “I hate you for be​ing so‍ good at this. I hate you fo⁠r knowin‍g​ ex⁠actly h​o​w to h‌urt me.”

Making it impossible for me to lie. “I am going home today!” I uttered drily and just the same reaction with Dean but a bit different. She freezed with her green cat eyes not daring to blink. Yeah, she wore lens. Her eyes real colors were black and she hated it, so she got lens. “What? How come? Did something happen? Why the rush? I told you wanted to go by Christmas?” Kitty bombed me with her questions. Her eyes were stuck on me that i feared being struggled by them. But anyways, eyes can't do anything.

I pursued my lips again, gritting those words out like an unbreakable vows, " I hate you.. that you smile..at another man...but hates..me....Yes..I fucking hate you..Now..I will do something that...you will hate me the most... Since...I can't..be..the man..you love..I want to be..the man that...you hate..the most...I will.. take.. Ryan away... from you.. until... you are..at my mercy... begging.."

“I love you ten thousand too.” If he loved me ten thousand then he would have done everything not to leave me. I watched the video three more times and sank into the couch thinking about everything he said. I exited the video, then tried to watch it again one last time, but it deleted itself. I just wanted to live a simple life, have a family, find a mate, and live happily ever after. But why is everything getting so much worse? The rage and sadness occupying my heart made my wild whimper.

“I never thought we’d get to this point, and I never thought I’d have so much hatred for you, and it feels so good to finally say it. I hate you, Dante Monroe. You might feel like you have everything under control but have just lost everything.” “I can’t hate you because you’re the mother of my children, but I hate the day I thought you’d make a good wife, and I regret ever seeing you as a woman.” I closed my eyes and walked back inside my room, locked it, and poured water into a bathtub. I undressed and nakedly walked into the bathtub. I closed my eyes and let everything go...