I Hate Myself Quotes Novels & Stories

I am pathetic and weak, no surprise there. It disgusts me, I don’t know why I keep doing this. I hate myself, my decisions, and who I am. I despise myself, and I can't stand myself on most days. That’s why I am rotting on the side, a walking shell, a doll that needs to be back to perfect health and form so that it will be placed by the mantel, where it won't make any moves. Where it belongs. On display, not looked at too closely, or you will see its imperfections, but pretty enough to just glance at and keep moving.

She yelled in my face but she wasn't done "I hate it. I hate you-----" be still my heart "----I hate love, and most importantly I hate loving you!. I hate it so much, it destroys me, it wrecks me, it fucking ruins me, yet I can't fucking stop, I can't fucking stop! I'm addicted to you and I need to stop, I need everything to stop, I need every-fucking-thing to stop, because I hate loving you, loving you disgusts me, I disgusts myself. I hate loving you"

"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."

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 asked Ian while he shifted uncomfortably on the chair. "Not good," he said honestly and we both sighed. "What about you?" "Not good," I repeated his words and he smiled sadly at me. "I-I loved my mum and then I-I loved Clark . . . I still do . . . A part of me still . . . loves him and I hate myself for that . . . " "George---" "I hate myself," I whispered more to myself and said, "I'm so pathetic. I hate myself for being who I am, I hate myself for nearly being the reason my mum died, I hate myself for loving someone so despicable."

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."

There’s nothing I can do when I myself is a willing victim to be fucking used. “I can’t do anything about it. They won’t believe us,” I told them, before getting all my stuff to finally get dressed. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself so much. I feel so fucking dirty, but my mind kept on reminding me that this was my own doing. I made myself do this for power. I hate who I become. And I’m sure as fuck that I will hate who I am going to be.

How I could abandon my morals? These questions were killing me.I lost some part of me. I hated him for this.But I hated myself for more.I hated to fall for that trap.I hated for not stopping myself.I hated I can't get my pride back.I hated myself, because even after this,after listening those bitter words from him ,I still loved him. I want to kill my bloody heart for it.For ruining me.For ruining what I am!!!!! My pride my respect!!!! But I can't just remove all my memories from my brain in just a second.Its too difficult.Every place reminds me of him.

Another wave of pain hit me, "So what are you going to fix, Nikolas?" "Imagine the one thing you hate the most about yourself, the worst thing you think about yourself and imagine that the person you love the most finally see it and use it as the reason why he can't be with you." A tear rolled down my cheek, "I am disgusting to him." I said, "Can you see what you've done? You...you made me disgusting." I scoffed, "He is not gonna want your leftovers now, would he?" His eyes widened at my words, "Don't say that!"

He’s gone. “Someone, please get me out of here!” I scream my lungs out. I’m breaking down in tears. I’m frustrated and hurt. Everything hurts. I hate myself. I hate everything. Most of all, I hate being a daughter that forgets her dad’s birthday. I hate myself for coming here. I fucking hate everything. I growl out loudly, but my broken voice only bounces the wall.