I Hate Myself So Much Novels & Stories

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

The urge to just close my mouth and sleep here in this comfortable bed was right there, but I reeled it in. This needs to be addressed and I won’t get better unless I talk about it. “I don’t know,” I repeat, “All I know is I hate myself. For allowing it to happen. For leaving them. For relying on someone else to help them. For not doing enough. For only thinking of myself. I hate it. I hate that I allowed it. I hate me.”

I hated him. I hated this. But worse... I hated myself more. Because deep inside... some part of me... wanted it.

“I hate you, you know! I hate you so much Zeus!” “I would have killed myself if you didn’t return. I don’t want to live a life without you, Green. I’m not proud of what I did to you! I hate myself so much whenever I think about it! I deserve to be hit so hard! I deserve to be broken over and over again!”

"I don't know where to go to anymore.. I don't know who to call... I don't know who I can trust anymore... I hate myself... I hate everyone... I hate this life... I hate being born..." "Sshhh... Winter... We love you. There are a lot of people who love you for who you are even if you are not related to them.. We love you..."

"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.

… He looked in the mirror,his face clouded with self hate. He despised himself utterly. For being so weak and useless,he worked hard all his life only to die miserably. He hated himself for being unable to voice his opinions for so long,for living in shackles within his own family space where he is supposed to get the best support. He felt so miserable. So sad. Isn’t it laughable?! How I help so many people get their lives together but I can barely get my shxt together. How so many people look up to my miserable self.

You make me hate you so much that I'm starting to hate myself too! I hate you, Xavier!

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"

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.