Either Hated Or Ignored Lyrics Novels & Stories

But I was stunned for a moment. I saw the tattoo on the side of his thigh. My name was written on it. And under my name there is a heart. Written on the heart. 'My Girl'. My eyes watered. "Kier…" "I love you, Fatima. I have always loved you. But I used to think that you couldn't love me because you hate me so much. I'm sorry." "Who wouldn't be angry with you? You insult me ​​every day for being obese."

She than started singing while playing it. "I HATE YOU, I LOVE YOU I HATE THAT, I LOVED YOU DON'T WANT TO, BUT I CAN'T PUT NOBODY ELSE ABOVE YOU I HATE YOU, I LOVE YOU I HATE THAT, I WANT YOU YOU WANT HER, YOU NEED HER AND I'LL NEVER BE HER"

"Why do you treat me like this? If you don't like me, why give me hope? Why touch me? I hate you, I really hate you...!" ***

everyone hates me…everyone hates me…everyone hates me… everyone hates me… everyone hates me… everyone hates me. I clean myself up and walk back to my office, I’m tired of living this life. My father hated me, my mother hated me, aunt Clara tolerates me, my employees despise me, the rest of my family couldn’t care less about me, I have no friends or comrades, I’m alone so alone.

I warned, the word snapping sharper than I intended. But the smirk didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened. Isaac’s voice cut through the charged air, flat and clipped. “One down. Two more to go.” I didn’t even look at him. My pride was still stinging too much. I let out a long exhale and slumped back in my chair. “She hated me.” Anthony leaned back too, folding his arms over his chest. “Correction: she ignored you.” He muttered. “Same thing,” I muttered. It didn’t matter which, it felt identical.

He kept asking questions like a lesson teacher and it was so fucking annoying. ‘I do not have the full details and that is why i want to go home. Now, if you do not mind, I have alot of things to do.’ I moved away and overlooked his facial expression. I hate whenever he tries to control me. His recent attitude of being posssive, pissed me and it annoyed me to the core. I hate it! While I walked away, I felt he was still staring at me but i did not turn to look or act regretful. I love him but my family comes first. The choice was for him to pick.

I shook my head. I was too depressed to eat. I turned around, and went to my room. “I am going to end up on the streets for sure, no thanks to that handsome, emerald-eyed jerk, called Phillip Dale!” I thought bitterly. I longed to hate him. I will not let myself down to loving such a disrespectful jerk, but I couldn’t hate him as much as I wanted. Why? Is it because everyone is talking about him? Or because he is too good-looking to be hated? But that's what he deserves.

> Now I’m not sure if walking away the first time was worse. > I think I hate how he’s changed. > I think I hate that I still notice. > I think I hate that I don’t hate him at all.

She looked so confident, the irritation in his body language towards her increased. ‘Stacy. Not now.’ ‘Yes now.’ She opted, her eyes slowly dragging Laura as though she were a mistake. Laura scoffed, giving her the same attitude too. ‘Really?’ she said. Her voice sounding bitter. ‘You are now accepting her?’ He got confused for a second. ‘Accepting who?’….. ‘Laura?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Excuse me? We both know this is not necessary Stacy. Just stick with your dance partner. I’ll stick with mine. Simple.’

I pushed her away the second her feelings didn’t fit the image I had in my head. Because I couldn’t handle what it meant. Because maybe deep down—I didn’t just like her. I loved her. I love Evelina Frost. Not in the big-brother way. I want her. All of her. Call me selfish. Call me immoral. But it’s still the truth. “Enough about the past.” Malrick leaned back, eyebrows lifting. “Eve told me you got married? Where’s your wife?” His tone turned almost gossipy. I dodged his gaze. “It didn’t happen. We broke up.”