I Hate Myself Quotes Novels & Stories

Ava POV I hate myself, I hate my life, I hate my mate, I hate everything, I hate everyone. I hate myself for being the cause of everything, I hate my life for not choosing to be normal and instead caught up in some twisted supernatural series, I hate my mate for taking away everyone I love, I hate everything for not being in my favor for once, I hate everyone because I’m not like them; because I’m not normal like them. I really hate my mate but still he knows what to do to me whenever I’m sad, I get to see his soft other side I always wish for whenever I’m sad; that side I wish I met first and will be permanent.

But if I stay away from him, I languish. I HATE THESE CONDITIONS! I HATE MYSELF! I HATE EVERYTHING! I HATE, WHY ALWAYS IMMATURE AND CANNOT BE EXPRESS! My body trembled even more and sobbed stronger as I screamed in my heart. I want to give up. I'm sad again. Argh ... This man, mess up my life! The nasty comment from his mouth made me feel like ashes that had no price at all. Not once or twice, I experienced this. A thousand times, I experienced this. Again, I was faced with destiny; I couldn't stay away from it.

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.

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

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.

Fuck. I hated myself for being weak.

Likewise, I hated myself. A smile pushed her lips as the words came out of my mouth

“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.

I hate myself for this, I hate myself for this so much, I just can't forgive myself at all. I'm hurting him,I know I am. It's sad I can't be with who I want to be with.

You make me hate you so much that I'm starting to hate myself too! I hate you, Xavier!