Why Do You Hate Me Novels & Stories

Binalik ko na lang ulit ang tingin ko sa unahan. " i once ask kurt why you hate me so much. And i know the reason why." Sabi ko. Ramdam ko ang paglingon nya sa gawi ko. " its because of your mom right?" Napansin ko ang pagdiin ng paghawak nya sa manibela.

Cold nitong sagot habang nakatalikod sa akin. "Why do you hate me so much? I didn't even do anything to you! Is it because of my father? I'm not him, Casper!" Lakas loob kong sumbat sa kanya. Natigilan siya at dahan dahan akong hinarap.

Tanong ko sa sarili He maybe hate me more dahil sa ginawa ko.

But he's not, and he dare to look at me as if I've starstruck by that thought! “You hate me, don't you?” Nakataas ang sulok ng kaniyang labi, hinarap akong para bang nagmamalaki sa tangkad niya at sa gandang lalaki niyang parang tauhan lamang ng kuwentong kinagigiliwan ko. “But I don't see hate right now, Liz,” dagdag niyang lumalapit ang mukha sa akin, “Why is that?” “I... hate you!”

Hindi ko kilala ang lalaki na nakasama ko! I hate myself, I really hate myself!

Kahit na ilang beses ko na naman iyong narinig at alam na alam ko na, masakit pa rin. “I just w-want to… help.” “And that's why I hated you more.” His voice broke. “I hated that I thought you understood me. I hated you for deciding for what's best for me and my mother kahit wala naman kayong papel sa buhay namin! And I hated you even more because… I know to myself that even if I loathe you… you're still my peace. Galit na galit ako sa iyo dahil alam ko sa sarili kong ikaw lang din ang makakapawi ng galit na binuo at inalagaan ko!”

“And I’m starting to hate him, too.” I opened my eyes and looked at my son. “Why? Inaway ka ba ng Daddy mo? Or may pinangako ba siya sa ‘yo na hindi niya tinupad?” Umiling ito. “But you’re sad because of him. And I hate everyone who makes you feel sad. I don’t want that. If you’re sad, my sister is probably sad, too.”

"Just tell me what it is so I can go na. I don't wanna waste my time even more." "You really hate me that much, huh," he said with a grin pasted on his face I cross my arms. "No. I don't hate you. I just don't wanna around you." I just don't understand why he's doing this again. I freakingly hate it. "Is it that hard?" I didn't bother to talk back. I'm so tired with him. "Why does it hard for you to look at me?"

Naiinis na ako sa sarili ko Pagkatapos ng Scenario na iyon ay bigla nalang pala akong umalis. Dumaan na parang hangin sa tabi niya. Para pala akong bulang naglaho sa tabi niya na hindi alam ang mga pinagsasabi. Drama please layuan mo na ako haha. I hate myself! I really hate myself because?? Because i .... Tsk! Nevermind.

Akala ko may date siya. "Oh, galit na galit, ah? Kawawa naman 'yang keyboard ng laptop mo!" Puna ni Danice sabay hagikhik. "Anyway, why do you hate him that much?" Nagtataka niyang tanong. "And based on what you're telling, he hates you as well? Oh, My god! Maybe you're meant to be! Like what the saying goes, 'the more you hate, the more you love!" Nanlalaki pa ang mga mata niyang sinabi!