I Hate Myself Quotes Novels & Stories

"What? You must be wacko or something. Do you listen to yourself talk? Honestly, because why would I do such a thing? How dare you even think —fuck it! You, set me up." "And why would I do that knowing how much I can barely tolerate your presence?" "Wrong line, I should be asking you that. For all I know it must be one of your stupid stunts. But I must admit it went too far this time." He shook his head as he looked at her with utter disgust. "You're so thick in the head. That makes me despise your ugly face even more."

"You finally won, you son of a bitch. I fucking hate you." No more than I hated myself.

She's told me every horrible thing a mother could say. That I was too fat, too weak, too soft. That l'd never bag a rich man looking the way I did. I finally got into the car and broke down completely. Ugly crying. Nose running. Mouth open. Shoulders shaking. I hated myself. Hated this moment. Hated the world. Was it a crime to be fat? I wasn't even that fat. I was just chubby. But maybe they were right. Maybe I wouldn't want to be with myself either.

Love is everything. @Shybabe: I think the only essence of my life is to accept and be accepted. Every day, I wake up thinking I will accept myself, but I spend the rest of my day hating myself. I cannot look at myself in the mirror and stop hating what I see. I hate who I am. I hate what I look like. I hate what I’ve become. I just want to accept myself. Is that too much to ask?

She taunted, both mother and daughter laughing evilly on their way out. I promise it's not them I hate. I sincerely hate myself for being this weak. I'm so pathetic, and it's a big shame. I have practically paid back these people with my life. How can I just let them walk all over me again? Isn't that a terrible fate? Even when freedom rests solely on my shoulders, I still can't give it to myself. The tears rolled down uncontrollably now. I sat on the cold floor, crying my eyes out. I might as well end it all.

Because she deserved to be stung. Not just an idiot. Not just stupid. But bad. I am bad. I am bad, and broken, and horrible, and I hate him and I hate myself and I want to die. It was a very, very dark plane ride.

Henry shouts my name from afar, but his voice is gradually thinning. When my butt against the tough ground, I kneel while touching my butt, “Aigh!” My tears drip out after I encourage myself to stand up. I feel so lonely, and I hate this feeling. I don’t want to face myself in a dark hole. There is no hope for me. There is no hope for my dream. There is no hope for my love. Fuck it! I hate myself in this situation. I can’t even live alone in the dark. I’m bad at dealing with hard situations. I’m bad at dealing with people. I’m bad at dealing with myself.

I smiled bitterly, what's not to believe about that, it's the truth anyway. He hated me, my parents hated me. I hate myself, everyone hates me. What else could I expect? No one ever wants to accept me in their lives. It's my destiny to be hated by everyone, that's not new to me. It's always like this, same old shit.

As the clink of the woman's heels headed for the door, I felt my soul sink a little bit inside. God knew how much I hated this, all this level of sick and pathetic around me; I couldn't take it for another minute. I hate myself; I hate me. I hate everything.

This isn’t fair… Why should I be the one suffering at the end when he was the one who made me to be like this…? This isn’t fair… This was truly unfair of you father. I hate you… But all along in my heart I knew, that I wasn’t true enough to myself all along. Because I didn’t hate my father. I hated myself. ----------- ------------- ------------- -Aysha