“Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.”
“I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.”
“This means nothing,” she said.“Less than nothing,” he lied.“I’ll hate myself later.”“I hate myself now.”
“I can't take it anymore. The waiting. The wanting. Something inside me snaps. I hate myself. I hate that I have to deal with this. I hate my life. And I hate how I can't count on anyone to be completely there when I need them, exactly the way I need them to be.”
“Of course he was a part of what I hated about myself. Everything was a part of what I hated about myself. It wasn't really personal.”
“Perenelle shuddered. "You know I hate leprechauns more than almost anything.”