Why I Hate Math Novels & Stories

"I hate the day you came in my life, because you gave me a new reason to live with." I stilled. W-what? "I hate your smiles, because it's making me feel something deep inside me. I hate it because it haunted my sleep. I hate it because, my brian don't function well if I wont see it." Tumitig ako sa kanyang mga mata, at parang nilulunod ako niyon. My heart is hammering loudly in my chest. Can he hear it. "I hate hearing your voice, because you made me crave for it every single day."

Naintriga ako kung anong nangyayari kaya lumapit ako para makita kung ano ang pinagtitinginan ng mga tao pero ilang segundo lang ay pinagsisihan ko iyon. ‘Matheo…’ Isip ko habang tinitingan ang mga taong naglalakad papasok ng building. Kumabog ang puso ko hindi dahil sa kaba, kundi dahil sa galit na muli na namang lumitaw. No, it’s not anger anymore, it’s loathing and hatred. The feeling felt so overwhelming na hindi ko mapigilang maikuyom ang kamay ko.

I hate it. 'Kung marunong ka lang sanang magtimpi, e 'di nasa mundong iyon ka pa,' my subconscious mind said. Well, what can I do? I am a short-temperd badass brat who hates stupidity. It's an innate trait I inherited from my parents. So, I can do nothing about it. At isa pa, gusto ko rin ang ganitong ugali. People tend to avoid me, which is quite good, kasi ayaw ko ng maingay.

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!”

Please forgive me. Matapos kong i-send ang message ko ay kaagad akong suminghap at pumikit ng mariin. Ramdam ko na ang pagbabadyang tumulo ng mga luha ko kaya tuminghala ako. I hate my birthday. I hate this day.

Tanong niya habang unti-unting pinapakawalan ang mga petals sa harapan naming dalawa. "Yes," "Why?" "I just love them, I know why." "Hmm, okay. But do you wanna know why I don't love roses?" I am not interested. Pero kahit wala naman akong kainteinterest na malaman 'yun ay nanatili nalamang akong tahimik. "Because they are harmful." "I can't love something that will hurt me, I want something harmless. The one that I could play with, the one that I could manipulate."

Nang makalabas siya ay nakagat ko ang ibabang labi at habang kumakain ay naluha ako, nasapo ko ang mukha sa sobrang pagkadismaya sa sarili. Bakit ba ako ganito? It's not like I want it pero I hate my mindset. It's better to keep on disappointing them so they won't expect anything from me, it's better to be crazy as fuck rather than being nice and then when you did something they would tell how disappointed they are from me.

He hates woman scent. "Why so stiff bro, relax and enjoy, late ka na nga eh killjoy ka pa" sita ni Matt sa kaibigan. Hindi eto kumibo, Tumitig lang kay Matt. He knows why Toffe is acting that way. He knows very well whats that all about. Hindi niya ito makakalimutan siya pa ba.? Never dahil kinasusuklaman niya ang mga iyon. Lasing na siya pero gusto pa niyang uminom. Nais ni Matt na magpalango sa alak like there is no tomorrow. Yes, he wanted no tomorrow. He hates waking ups every day.

(Aidan’s present) Going back in the past, I really hate her sa hindi ko malaman na dahilan. I hate her to the extent na naiinis ako sa pagiging inosente niya. Naiinis ako at pakiramdam ko ay wala siyang alam sa mundo. But that unknown hate led to the path of my obsession. I remembered, puno ang kwarto ko ng mukha niya which I don’t quite understand kung bakit biglang naging ganoon ako sa kaniya.

Nakangiti pa ako noon. “Good morning, love! Pancakes okay for breakfast?” tanong ko habang nagluluto. “Why pancakes?” tanong niya na halatang hindi natuwa. “Uh… because you love pancakes?” sagot ko, pilit na hinuhulaan ang sagot. Pero sa tingin pa lang niya ay parang lagot na agad ako. “I used to love pancakes. But now, I hate them. I hate how they smell. I hate how they look. Why didn’t you ask me what I want?”