Quotes On I Hate My Life Novels & Stories

“Let go of me! You aren’t? You bastard! Son of a bitch! Stop manhandling me! I swear I will kill you if you let go of this instant! You fucking asshole! Do you want to die that badly!? Oh my god! I hate you badly! Let me see how make me accept you after doing this! You shithead! Go die at a ditch! I would be happier at that, heck! Everyone would be happy. No one needs you to be alive, you beast! Monster! Crazy bastard! You’re sick in the head! No one likes you! You must think you are all that with your power! But you’re nothing! Goddamn it! Just stop being such a stalker! Just die if you can’t live without me!”

Please wait till you are truly 18. Please, as my last wish I beg you, Live your life, don't do something stupid, no one is to blame for my death. The percentage of me dying to save your flat ass is higher than the smartest person IQ, but if that is how I died then I am more glad than anything. I love you I love you soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much, don't ever forget that. Your strawberry cupcake (aka Corn ) PS. Find love don't be deprived of love because you are still grieving.

I simply ran to the back of the building, where I always go when I need to be alone. Why are the wealthy so obnoxious? They have a bad attitude and overestimate themselves. I used to hold a grudge against people like them. Rich people are to blame for my mother's death. We were very poor at the time, and we couldn't afford to buy medicine for my mother's heart disease. We tried to borrow money from our wealthy neighbors, but all I got were insults and belittlement, so I've changed my attitude toward and treatment of the wealthy ever since.

Not just in this time but in every other… life… Did he really choose to live a life like this? Live as if… he would die id he didn’t make me feel miserable? “Just as I thought… you are still alive” My hatred towards him… I know it will never subside just like that. I hate him… I hate him more than I hate myself… “Marco” “Are you gonna cry now? Just so you know, I am not into those cry babies. I hate their noise. It makes my head hurt so bad…”

“I. Hate. You. I fu.cking hate you. I hate every little thing about you. I hate your smile, I hate your face, I hate your look, I hate your personality. I hate your fu.cking existence. I want you dead.” “Y-you’re joking… right?” A dry, forced chuckle left my lips and my eyes stung at the tears making their way there. “This… This is just… a cruel joke. You don’t really mean… that? I could bear it if you said you betrayed me for money, not because you… you ha…”

It’s not an act anymore, I hate Alaric Wealth, and I mean this in the most disrespectful and cruel way, ever! Well, that's the thing about my little life. Ordinary until it isn't. One minute I'm playing Candy Crush and balancing it with a cup of coffee, next minute there's a pile of documents for me to deal with, and the craziest of all is Ric's ever-ready snide remarks and ever-ready comebacks.

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

“Show me, I said, show me.. What is left huh? There is nothing so show me once and for all. What haven’t i seen do your worse” “You are so damn irritating, just get the hell out of here. I do not wish to see you or anything that has to do with you. You will always remain the last option in everyone’s life, i didn't get it at first… but now i do. The problem isn’t from anyone, it is from YOU. You are unloveable. Grow the f*ck up!!!”

Life had thrown me a whole lot of lemons and I tried with all my strength and willpower to make lemonades out of them but I still had to admit that my life was shitty. I had to stop being unreasonably optimistic and just admit that I should have never been born. It would have been better if my parents never met and came together to have me. At that moment , I hated my parents. They birthed me into this cruel world and left me all alone. They shouldn't have given birth to me if they were both going to die so early in my life. I hated my cruel fate. I hated this world. I hated my pack members. I hated my grandmother and my aunt. I hated my dead parents. I hated myself.

Bottles, makeup palettes, and jewelry crashed loudly against the floor. Breathing heavily, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, anger burning through my chest; I slammed my fist against the table. “I hate my life.”