“I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.”
“Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.”
“I hate hiding how much the stupid things he did hurt me, but I hated the idea of him finding out even more.”
“I hate myself I hate myself I hate this I hate this I disgust myself I hate it I hate it I hate it just let me fucking die.”
“I hated him more than anything. I loved him more than anything. Because, he was everything. And I hated that, too.”
“When I did finally speak, I surprised myself by saying exactly what was on my mind. “You must hate me.”She stared a long time at me.I did,” she said slowly, “But it’s mostly myself I hate.”Don’t,” I said.And why the hell shouldn’t I hate myself? Everybody else hates me.”