I Hate Myself So Much Novels & Stories

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.

I scream internally, wishing I could scream it at the top of my lungs till my lungs and throat ache. But would anyone even listen to my screams? They would hear it, but would they care? The tears are now a fountain, and they won’t stop. And I hate them. Every tear is a weakness in me. I shed them to only fill up again. I hate myself for even doing this. I guess that’s it, huh? Everyone ends up hating me, even myself. Did you mess up when You made me, God? Something is obviously wrong with me. Fix me, please. I’m begging You.

“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.

Every single person I cared about. And I didn’t even have the right to ask for forgiveness. Jaxson hated me now. I could see it in his eyes, even if he tried to hide it. Nova hated me too—her glare said enough. Ryder and Cole… they despised me. They wanted me gone. Dead, even. And me? I hated myself more than any of them ever could. The tears kept coming, hot and endless. My body shook violently as sobs tore out of me. Every breath felt like swallowing glass.

I hated it so much. With so much self-loathing, I pulled myself out of bed and headed into the shower, then scrubbed myself so hard that I turned red, and if I continued, it wouldn’t take long before I started bleeding. I wanted to cry, for being so disloyal to my boys, at myself. But no matter how much I hated myself for it, what was done was done. FUCK XANDER AND EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM.

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.

"It makes me feel so little of myself, I hate myself and sometimes all I can do is think of putting myself out of this misery" "Then put yourself out, who is stopping you?"

I hated him. I hated myself more.

I. The me who was so lonely. The me who hated the world. The me who wanted love so much. The me who was just a child who just wanted a family so badly. The me who grew up too fast. I just needed this… I caused all this pain… I hurt myself so badly… I was just like the people who caused my pain as well. I didn’t like that at all. I want to be better, I really want to be better. I don't want to feel like this anymore.

No, there wasn't. "I hate you, Lennox. I hate myself for falling for you," I screamed out and hit my palm on the floor like a mad person. Yes, I agree that I look like a mad person because I look like one. My hair looked old and unkempt, my eyes were red and swollen, and my face was pale. I looked miserable and I hated myself for that. I couldn't forget how his mate disgraced me in public even if I wanted to. I have different ways to get rid of that memory but I couldn't, it kept coming against my will and it kept making my head throb in pain.