Hated By Life Itself Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Am I any different from Hunter if I derive satisfaction from seeing him dead? Oh, Hunter, look what you’ve made me become. I’m now filth, just like you. How I wish I could wash off this feeling of disgust, or stop hating the world like I do my very existence. Why’s there even life if there’s nothing to it, if just a snap of another’s fingers could ruin it, or worse yet, end it? It makes me want to believe that the abundance of life is a mere imagination—a fantasy of those who would do anything to add meaning to it, those who strive to be authors of the world.

It fucking hurts! Why are you doing this to me, mom? I did not even wish to be alive. You just made me to make me suffer. You are so selfish. I hope I did not live. I want to die. I hate this life. I hate my wretched self.

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.

Not just in this time but in every other… life… Did he really choose to live a life like this? Live as if… he would die id he didn’t make me feel miserable? “Just as I thought… you are still alive” My hatred towards him… I know it will never subside just like that. I hate him… I hate him more than I hate myself… “Marco” “Are you gonna cry now? Just so you know, I am not into those cry babies. I hate their noise. It makes my head hurt so bad…”

I hated myself for being an Omega and being reminded of my shortcomings make me want to kill myself. “ You can hate my kind all you want. After all I wasn't the one that decided to make myself like this. I can't change my form and if you don't like my personality, suck it up because I don't give a damn about your opinion.” I belted,tears breaking free from my eyes.

Hate. I hate myself. Self-loathing filled me and threatened to explode. I felt like I was going to combust. How? How has he done it? How can he still stand to touch me, to be near me? Just the thought of what I’ve done is enough to make me sick. I’m disgusted with myself. This world is getting blurry and I focus on the moon above. I’m out of air, out of the will to live, out of time. I don’t deserve it, I shouldn’t want it, I shouldn’t dare, but I do. I wish to see him. I want… I want to see those obsidian eyes one last time. My hands fall to my side as my head lolls to the side.

The price I continued to have to pay for this power I never wanted. Standing up straight, I let my growl reverberate through the liquid around me. Pure hatred flowing through me, I dipped my hands below the surface. “I hate you! You’ve ruined my entire life! You’ve ruined me, my family, my future! You’ve robbed me of everything!” I wailed at it. “Fuck you! I fucking hate you!” Throwing my hands into the center of the mass, I watched as it tried to consume me. I laughed maniacally as it tried to absorb my soul.

“Tell me again how much you hate me. Go on. Convince yourself.” “God, I hate you,” I whispered into the empty room, my voice shaking, breaking on the words as if they were glass shards in my mouth. “I hate you so much.” I rocked forward slightly, hugging my knees tighter to my chest, trying to make myself smaller, invisible. But the words felt hollow, even to me. Because beneath the hatred, there was something else—something dark and twisted that I couldn’t name, couldn’t admit. It was like a poison seeping into my veins, slow and insidious, making my skin flush anew just thinking about it.

So, I rolled over, burying my face in the pillow, and screamed. I hate this life. I hate Ryder. I hate Hunter. Most of all, I hate myself.