Hating Myself Quotes 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.

I said and he look at me. I looked away, we said nothing to each other again for what took like minutes. I wanted to tell him how sorry I am but I lost the words. My lips were steaved to say a thing. "Aren't you tired of hating yourself?" He asked. Honestly, I'm not. I was ready to hate myself a million times and still hate myself the more. "I'm sorry." I finally found the words. "You don't have to. You'll only make it look like we quarreled, and we didn't. "

I smiled bitterly, what's not to believe about that, it's the truth anyway. He hated me, my parents hated me. I hate myself, everyone hates me. What else could I expect? No one ever wants to accept me in their lives. It's my destiny to be hated by everyone, that's not new to me. It's always like this, same old shit.

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 couldn't stop my tears from falling out of my eyes. "Looking at me as if I am just a pretty object that they can toss aside when they're bored. I know that you all hated me! Stop pretending to be nice and just go away!" My voice cracked while saying that. My throat hurts as if it's burning. "That's because you hate yourself!" My forehead creased after hearing him say that. After all the things that I did to him, he's naive to say that I hate myself. I'm selfish, and I probably want to escape by death because that's the easy way to end all of my problems.

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

I hated how weak I was. " How utterly pathetic!! You can't even do this," a cruel voice whispered from somewhere inside me. "You can't even end your own suffering." I hated that it was right. I hated me. I hated this body. This fate. This cruel illusion of a second chance. And somewhere, deep down... I hated him. For being kind when he had no reason to be. I wanted to curse the world. Scream at the sky. Rip the stars down from their indifferent heights and throw them back at the gods who cursed me with this existence. But I couldn't even bring myself to do that.

“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.

His voice chirpy voice echoed in my head. “Is it?” I responded bluntly wanting today to be over with before it had even begun. “What’s up with you? Grumpy or what this morning” “You would be grumpy to if you were me, a defect a disgrace to her family name” tears burned the back of my eyelids as I meant each word I spoke. I truly hated myself and wanted nothing more than for the earth to swallow me whole erasing my sorry excuse of a life from existence. “Athena stop, don’t keep putting yourself down, how many times have I told you there is nothing wrong with you? I* you honestly feel like this then I think you need to see someone. I can go with you if you want. You’re not alone Athena”

The tension between us burning, aching, never-ending. God, I was so tired of loving people who made me hate myself.