I Hate Myself Quotes

To one’s enemies: “I hate myself more than you ever could.

At least I hate myself as much as I hate anybody else.

…I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me.

Here’s a habit I never thought I’d develop: I gravitate to anything online that’s marked ‘most popular’ or ‘most e-mailed.’ And I hate myself a little bit every time I do.

I hate myself, that I cannot believe it so constantly and surely as I should; but no human creature can rightly know how mercifully God is inclined toward those that steadfastly believe in Christ.

Can’t break free from the things that you do. I wanna walk, but I run back to you, that’s why I hate myself for loving you.

I want to look into a mirror that will love my own reflection harder than I hate myself.

Meal isn’t over when I’m full. Meal’s over when I hate myself.

I hate the human race. Of course, therefore, I hate myself the most, because I am the least of the human race.

I hate myself on the screen. I want to die … my voice is either too high or too gravelly. I want to dive under the carpet…. I’d love to be tall and willowy … I’m short.

You can search throughout the entire universe for someone who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and that person is not to be found anywhere. You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.

I hate myself because I am not beautiful. I hate myself because I am fat.

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.

I don’t stop eating when I’m full. The meal isn’t over when I’m full. It’s over when I hate myself.

I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.

I cannot love anyone if I hate myself. That is the reason why we feel so extremely uncomfortable in the presence of people who are noted for their special virtuousness, for they radiate an atmosphere of the torture they inflict on themselves. That is not a virtue but a vice.

No one could ever hate me as much as I hate myself, okay? So any mean thing someone’s gonna think of to say about me, I’ve already said to me, about me, probably in the last half hour!