Hating Myself Quotes Novels & Stories

“I don’t know how to live through this without you.” I waited for something to happen, for him to answer me. But he was not in there anymore. My fingers squeezed the bowl. Ash spilled over the edge. “I hate them,” I said, louder, and my voice did not sound like mine. “I hate them for taking you.” I clenched my jaw hard. Something inside my chest broke. “I hate myself more.” I lifted my hand and let the ash fall. It landed on the white cloth, and it felt wrong to do.

Fuck. I hated myself for being weak.

My boots thudded against the floor like a heartbeat. "Who does he think he is?" I muttered, tugging at my hair. "Asking me if I've ever been kissed? That's none of his business. That's none of anyone's business." But he was right. That was the worst part. He was right, and I hated him for it. I stopped pacing and stared at the wall. The poster Emily had hung some glittery motivational quote about loving yourself seemed to mock me. He's right. I had never been kissed.

VIOLET “I hate this so much.” That had to be the twentieth time I’d say that today alone. And I meant every word of it. I hated my life so, so much. People always said it was wrong to say that. Don’t say you hate your life. Someone else out there has it worse than you. You should be grateful. Well they could shove it up their ass for all I care. I was miserable as hell with no one else to talk to about it.

- I say cynical and he gives a sideways smile - I've seen troubled warriors, you're not acting much different from them. I can say then that what you just went through is affecting your mind and your sense of decision. Venting helps. Want to tell me what's making you hate yourself? - To hate you need to love. - I say low - They are opposites, you don't need one when you already have the other. - says with indifference - They are brothers, they may be different but they are connected. - It's a way of looking at it. Are you trying to say that you're not hating yourself because you don't love yourself?

When you begin to feel hateful thoughts, consciously challenge them and replace them with calmer rational thoughts. Understand why you’re feeling hateful and find a solution to the problem. Besides, you can talk to someone you trust to help ease the negative feelings. Below you’ll find our collection of inspirational, profound, and helpful hate quotes, hate sayings, and hate proverbs collected from a variety of sources over the years. Hate quotes on the dark side of human nature 1. “I feel like we’ll forever live in a country that’s divided… Divided by race… Divided by love and hate.” – Raheem DeVaughn ‘

The memory of my own body that responded, that betrayed. I collapse against the cold tiles. The sobs come then, violent, convulsive. They shake me, empty me. They are nothing like the soft tears of sadness. They are tears of rage. Of hatred. Against him. Against myself most of all. "Idiot. Weak. Whore." The words burst out between hiccups, whispered, screamed into the noise of the shower. I hurl them at myself like stones. "You said no. YOU SAID NO."

Looking at the mirrors, I had the same feeling I had back in the mansion. I know she was falling for me but why was I not able to control myself in front of her. So many questions were raised to me in front of my eyes. The face I was looking at in the mirror was someone I hate the most right now. I punched my right hand in the mirror, making the breaking sounds and hurting my hands again. It was like a disorder to me. whenever I was disappointed with myself, I hurt myself for the sole reason, hatred for myself. “What’s that sound, who’s there?” One of the staff shouted out from the bathroom and entered panicking.

“I will carry it with pride in my arms while your lover will die three days from now. Or if he is lucky, he will only lose his mind.” “Fuck you!" “With open arms,” he said. “You disgusting bastard!” I spat. “I will never give my body to you. I hate you even more. I hate you!” The smile disappeared from his lips. “You’re not the only one who hated me. Don’t you think I don’t hate myself, too?”

It wasn't a loud, dramatic fracture; it was quiet, like thick ice cracking under immense pressure. "I hate him, too," I whispered into my glass. Victor nodded slowly. "I know." "I hate Sophia Lang." "I know." "Right now, I think I even hate Thelma." "I know." And then, before my internal filters could catch the words, I admitted the one thing I hadn't dared to say out loud to Renata Cole or to myself. "I hate myself." Victor shook his head instantly, reaching out. "No. Don't say that."