I Hate Myself Quotes Novels & Stories

Why do I even exist up to this point? Speaking of wishing I shouldn't have existed, something like "hating yourself" is just too cliche these days. You know, the thing some people just put out into the world because they want to share their self-hatred and the rest do it just to get attention? Like how people can confidently tweet how ugly they are and don't want the face they own, but they have no choice but to suffer in it. Then their followers decided to butt in and say, "No, you're so pretty~" or attack with reverse "hating-yourself" like "No~ You pretty, me ugly bleegh" or some shit. In my case, no one has ever disagreed with every negative thing I said about myself. I guess that's what

I said and he look at me. I looked away, we said nothing to each other again for what took like minutes. I wanted to tell him how sorry I am but I lost the words. My lips were steaved to say a thing. "Aren't you tired of hating yourself?" He asked. Honestly, I'm not. I was ready to hate myself a million times and still hate myself the more. "I'm sorry." I finally found the words. "You don't have to. You'll only make it look like we quarreled, and we didn't. "

"It's okay to cry, Darling." Lilie I hate myself. I feel that no matter what I do to bathe or rub my body, his hands are still here. His hands I do not want to feel his hold. I don't like this anymore. With each passing day, I only become more and more self-loathing. This is how I always feel about myself. Disgust, anger, all I can do is hate myself, even more "I'm disgusting, I'm disgusting," I whispered repeatedly while punching myself. I hurt every part of my body. I just want to be numb.

She stood in front of the mirror staring at her reflection blankly. "What are you complaining about huh?" She asked herself, her voice a bit harsh. "It's all you fault, isn't it?" She had certain hate in her eyes and that hate was for herself. "It's all because of you, you did all this to yourself...it's all you own deeds..." She said to herself and her own words were hurting her more than anything, they were breaking her bit by bit.

Why I am not strong like others? "I'm so sorry. So sorry. So sorry but I couldn't..." I whisper sobbing. "I miss you...I miss you so much. please come back....your honeybee miss you... Please come back no one love me now.... everyone hates me no one loves me .... please come back" I chock and start sobbing. "Honeybee remember I always with you" "Honeybee alwys remember who are you it's ok to be different but it's not ok to hate yourself"

“Stop saying my name like you still have the right to.” His expression twisted with pain. I’m trying to make it right. “You can’t!” My voice cracked. “You can’t erase the nights I cried myself to sleep. You can’t erase what you said, what you did. You can’t erase the way you looked at me like I was filth.” People had begun to whisper around the lobby, but I didn’t care. “You made me hate myself,” I whispered. “And I’m done letting you drag me back into that darkness.”

I hated him. I hated myself more.

Each word was a blow, each blow the release of a poisoned memory. “I hate you for every night I spent waiting for a letter, a sign, anything from you, like an idiot! I hate you for never letting me forget the taste of your mouth, the sound of your voice… I hate this desire that corrodes me from the inside, that makes me tremble for you even knowing what you did!” My fists opened, my hands clutching his shoulders, not to push him away, but to dig the pain into him. “And I hate myself…” I sobbed, the most obscene confession slipping out like a cursed secret. “For not being able to truly hate you. Because even now, with your black soul inside me, it’s the only place that still feels… safe.”

I hated that I had ruined so many lives just by being selfish enough to write down my feelings. And I did not know how to stop hating myself.

Her latest message made me waver and I hated myself for it. "I hate you, Miracle Verity. I should have never met you."