Hating Myself Quotes Novels & Stories

"It makes me feel so little of myself, I hate myself and sometimes all I can do is think of putting myself out of this misery" "Then put yourself out, who is stopping you?"

“I hate you, you know! I hate you so much Zeus!” “I would have killed myself if you didn’t return. I don’t want to live a life without you, Green. I’m not proud of what I did to you! I hate myself so much whenever I think about it! I deserve to be hit so hard! I deserve to be broken over and over again!”

Never ending shivers are leaving my body. He removed his hands around me as I immediately got up. I closed my eyes as I let my tears out. I loathe myself for not being able to save myself. I hate how I got crushed like an ant in his presence. I detest myself more than him. I looked as him in resentment as i said in anger, "I hate your very existence!" I let out soft sob and began to leave as I heard him say, "I know that, No one loves me anyways"

who i am. and i hate myself for wanting more anyway.

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."

"And I don't blame you. You have every reason to hate me, to want to stay away from me. I hate myself too for what I did to you and I'd stay away from me too if I could." He made me sit on the bed and then he continued, "I'm a monster, I'm a murderer, I'm a coldhearted bastard, I agree. You're free to call me whatever. You can hate me all you want. Despise me and even hit me if you like. But you know what you won't do?—hurt yourself because of me."

I had been hurt for so long that my body was slowly becoming numb to pain. I walked back to my mother’s tomb with two roses clenched in my fist. I slumped down in front of the grave and dropped the flower at the far end of the tombstone, away from the others. “I hate you,” I whispered the words that I had constantly said to her while she was still alive. “I hate you so much that I wish I had died the moment you gave me life.” “I hate you so much that I curse myself whenever I come here. I wish I could never love you or think about your death, but I can't, and I hate myself for that.” My voice was already breaking, and I couldn't hold in the tears anymore.

I hated that I had ruined so many lives just by being selfish enough to write down my feelings. And I did not know how to stop hating myself.

He knew me, and he knew I couldn’t harm a soul. “Who cares about what they think of us? We’re going to spend the time thinking about only ‘us’. We will be our best selves, and no one would make us question our being. We will love ourselves, regardless of what they say.” He continued, and a little smile lit my face. His words were very comforting. “It’s been hard hating myself, and I can’t help but imagine how mind-lifting it would be to love what I am.” I replied, and bit my lip.

Her words are barely audible. I take her hand in mine. “Why?” “Because I hate myself, that is why. I would rather hurt myself than lash out at other people.” “Why do you hate yourself? There is nothing wrong with you. You are beautiful just the way you are.” “Have you ever just felt like you have lost control of everything in your life, and you can’t do anything about it?” she asks. “Yes, many times. Why do you think I do the things I do?”