well i hate the way i look. but thats as far as it goes and im trying my best to rectify that. though theres... only so much i can do at this point

I pretty much despise, and am dissapointed in myself, i technically don't have any problem, i'm a middle class whitey educated kid, yet i'm just so weak and useless, like, i could do so much better, but i'm just not strongh in my soul.

I fail at responding in a spiritually enlightening way.

No, I don't hate myself. I don't think I hate anyone.

I forgive myself of my sins.

I don't give a fuck anymore.

I used to be like that. Miss it. I hate hating. It's so unproductive and the negativity blows. Alas, some bridges are never meant to be mended.

I hate everyone and everything sometimes. Then I get a reality check and I get over myself once again.

I do not love myself but that doesn't mean I hate myself.I feel my life like a hell.

I lack emotion and a sense of self. I can't hate myself I just think that I'm worthless.

Thinking you are worthless is a definite form of self hatred, even if it isn't hatred outright. You are not worthless, though. No one is.

Right now, yes. I am so completely broken. I hate the way I am, I hate the things I do and I hate that I don't have the courage to try to change.

I always hated myself, from school. I thought once that it is temporary, that I perceive is not the right light the world, it seems to me that all I accuse myself, without serious reasons. But it's all a lie. Does the world hate this what it is, I'm very confused. I know that I do not grip the efforts of change in time when it will be too late. People around me too, not otherwise ever be. We should so live with racism for many things.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm depressed all the time BECAUSE of how full of hatred I am from simply being constantly (metaphorically) shat on by damn near everything/everyone around me....It makes it particularly difficult to find a reason as to why I should stay alive/makes me feel sorta suicidal. In a way, it dehumanizes me I think. My introversion, mixed with my blind hatred from the feelings of years and years of various people's scorn would indeed leave someone such as myself rather misanthropic and spiteful with no other real reason other than a sort of hedonistic "because I can" outlook on why I go to the lengths that I do in order to have things in my life how I want them vs. simply laying down and getting ran over. If I'm gonna go through Hell either way, I'd rather go through it on my own terms. Make sense to anyone else? It's a weird, self-hatred/pride paradox that's divided by chronic depression (otherwise known as 0),

I don't hate myself. I dislike somethings that I do. ( A lot of things that I do actually.) I do these things frequently, and it takes a lot of effort for me to stop. I like a lot of things that I do also. The reason I only sit in my house and go to work is because of my negative social tendencies. Those things I do hate about myself.

At the moment, I don't hate myself, but my self esteem can be shaky and I do sometimes wonder if the people I think like me actually don't like me all that much and I've just misread things completely. Or they find me weird and annoying or something else that is disagreeable to them and I've just been blind to their true feelings. I think about that and it makes me feel kinda crappy. I think I'm going to go to bed.

That's very close to home. But I often wonder if people just pretend I'm normal just to encourage me to keep trying.

I've been sort of hating myself lately. I'm a scumbag and I doubt I'll be who I want to be.

It makes me sad to see people saying that they hate themselves or they're failures. I just want to give you all a big hug and force you to accept yourself and appreciate your positive qualities. I have depression and social anxiety. I used to loathe myself very much, which probably made me more depressed. I'm happier now that I have completed the difficult task of acceptance.

I'm really sporadic. I guess it ranges from intervals of the year.

I'm not too sure, but yes. I think i hate myself. Generally at least.



This too.

To quote someone "I'm sneaky, weak, cowardly, wicked and..."

To know me is to hate me. To hate me is to know me. I don't want to be alone. I need to make some enemies.

I don't know if I really hate myself, but I am really hard on myself. I have pretty much no good qualities, or skills. I consider my existence to be pointless and sometimes wish I was never born. While other people are out there living their lives all I'm doing is sitting in my room every single day watching anime. What a shitty life.

I hate many things that live inside me.

There are apparently two selfs. One I hate, the other I don't.

Me too.



I am like this too, but i think instead of two i have many selves .

I hated myself when I was younger, but no more. Nowadays I don't even hate myself when I'm depressed. I can even pinpoint the exact moment when I quit hating myself, because it's tied to a specific event in my life.