Novel & Cerita I Hate Myself Quotes

Everything comes crashing in around you- And you feel even more darkness than before because it’s a whole life of darkness that swallows you alive. I felt tears drip down my face as I thought about everything I said to him at the Lake. “I’m worse than a terrible person… I just keep hurting you, Conor. With my words and cruel actions!” I whispered to him. “I love you, but I hate myself… You deserve better than this… Why am I such a failure…? Why can’t I just get it together…?” He shut me up with several more kisses. “I am! I don’t deserve to live.”

Why didn't she tell me what she was going through? I hate myself so much right now.

"I hate myself." "No you don't Marcus, everything Adrian's telling you isn't true!" "He's right, I'm a slut. I'm a stupid fucking whore! I deserve all this, I deserve the pain. I need to be punished for it all. But it's too much for me, I'm weak, I need it to stop."

I throw my arms around his neck and start crying while he rubs my back before kissing the top of my head. "I will not tell you to stop crying because I know how much hatred you have been keeping in your heart and mind for yourself so cry as much as you want. You need to love yourself first that's when others will love you back." This made me cry harder because whatever he is saying, is correct. I have always hated myself for being bad at everything, for not being able to get my father's love, for causing so many problems for others but mostly for my mother's death.

I know I can’t hate you and I know that if I don’t hate you I will hate myself. You made me have nightmares, you traumatized me, you put me in a dark position that I can not even begin to describe and you know what hurts more is when I think about that horrible memory, all the good memories I shared with you fade away like it was nothing and just like that I begin to feel hatred for myself because no matter how I try I can not hate you even though you are the reason behind my ten years of miseries.

Our closed expressions to each other translated perfectly our hatred of each other. I went home with my mother and couldn't get the last events out of my mind. And even after a cup of tea and a long bath I couldn't, I took off my father's necklace and put it in my drawer. I spent a long time looking at myself in the mirror, trying to notice if I looked ugly or beautiful for that stranger to hate me so much and for free. I didn't find any serious defects and I wasn't that ugly! - Oh, the hell with him! I don't need anyone to like me! Especially not a man! - I said this sentence to myself, and even though I didn't believe it, it made some sense.

He did not answer, but remained silent. After finishing treatment I said, "Have you heard of this saying, 'People who love themselves do not hurt others, only those who hate themselves, make others suffer.' stop hating yourself before doing anything serious. You can't take it back even if you want to, so you better catch yourself before you do something stupid." And left the infirmary and cleaned the rest of the windows and went to Tyler's house.

I hated myself. I hate myself. I am filthy. I am full of shit. I was irredeemable. I should be condemned to hell. I deserve no happiness. I am horrible. The sound of my crying rang through the air in the bathroom, but it was not enough to overpower the voice whispering the truth to me. I sounded so pained, I sounded so broken. But it wasn't enough. I was still standing, I shouldn't be. I shouldn't be standing, I shouldn't be breathing, I don't deserve this life. I don't deserve anything.

everyone hates me…everyone hates me…everyone hates me… everyone hates me… everyone hates me… everyone hates me. I clean myself up and walk back to my office, I’m tired of living this life. My father hated me, my mother hated me, aunt Clara tolerates me, my employees despise me, the rest of my family couldn’t care less about me, I have no friends or comrades, I’m alone so alone.

I mean, I was probably inside this chamber for just five minutes but it felt like the time extended to more than an hour. "What do you hate about yourself?" I blinked a few times because of that question. My mind went blank for a couple of seconds before I got the words to answer. "I hate myself for valuing the rankings, that I end up killing myself from pressure just to get on the top. I hate myself for always wanting what's grand and end up ignoring those little things that actually are more vital." A bitter smile spread on my lips. "I hate myself for following the stiff standards of society and for always thinking that everything is alright ... Leading myself to have a hard time accepting