I Hate Myself

Have you ever had a relationship that has moved on because of change? Maybe he or she was “too different” from when things started? The play Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare and the movie 10 Things I Hate About You explore how the relationship between Katherine and Petruchio have evolved throughout cultural differences. Whether showing this through Petruchio, Katherine, and how their relationship overall maneuver they act differently or stay the same because of cultural influence. This

not one topic that I could chose to write my paper on. Throughout the semester so far, I have taken in interest in almost everything I have been taught, anywhere from depression to Baumrind’s parenting styles. When I was growing up my parents took the role of “Authoritative” when it came to the teachings of life itself. I have not always been a good kid and I know that may be surprising to many that know me now. I had my time when I thought I was “grown up” and could do what I want. That’s when my

and human emotion, in the way that I want you to. Please understand that this is written in the mindset on a teenager who has been taught at a young age that their value in society in the same as dirt or a doormat. Love and Hate People say in order for someone to truly love you , you have to love yourself. If that is true then no one will ever truly love me for me, because I hate myself. I don’t hate myself enough to hurt myself, but I hate myself enough to only wish for the

Have you ever felt a burning sense of hate for yourself in your chest? If you said yes, I too can say that I've felt that way before. I have hated myself for a long time now, for a variety reasons, but on March 22, 2017 I overcame my self hate.  On that Wednesday in March, I finally learned how to love myself and to finally accept myself for being “moron.” Without this awkward and embarrassing trip to subway, I would still be hating on myself.       To start this story off, Mrs. Leon, my eighth grade

had an outstanding impact on my self-worth. I could never see myself opening up to others; I could never be my true self in front of anyone except for a few people that have supported me through it all. I’ve always wondered over the period of my life that there was a reason for my father’s actions and why my father wasn’t there through the most important events throughout my sister and I’s lives. Throughout my life, I have always been told that hate is a strong word. This saying so happens to

happen if, and when, your religion collides with what the Supreme Court has done? I’ve had to question myself and what my beliefs say, as well as question the other people that share my religion. The accepting part of myself has led to many sleepless nights wondering what is right or wrong, even though it’s a part of me. But when I question myself and what has always been acceptable to me, how can I handle that? On June 26, 2015, the Obergefell v. Hodges case decided that same-sex marriage was legal

Title... I hate portland, and I’m not 100% sure why. I guess I just feel like it doesn’t represent who I am and what I stand for. I am resilient and strong and I feel as if portland is too liberal to adequately show that. I am who I am because I killed who I was. Yeah This sounds sadistic, but it's the only reason I'm here today. Growing up I was pegged as the fag, the one who from the age of nine was “destined” to be an outcast. I was teased, ridiculed, and harassed on a regular basis to the

One day, my friend and I were gossiping, and as we walked down the hallway, we pointed to every person we layed our eyes on and whispered, "Fake. Fake. Fake. Fake. Fake." I giggled at our secretive insult, but I lost focus for a second. In my head, I imagined a mirror. I saw myself - a girl with a big smile painted across her face. Then, this girl pointed to her own reflection. "Fake." Every day, my eyes scan this stupid place called "high school" - a dark tunnel I never find light at the

the news got to me I was angry, furious even, but I couldn’t find it in my heart to hate him. He called me later that day crying, genuinely crying, “I didn’t mean to do this to you. I’m so sorry for all the hurt I gave to you after everything you did for me. You don’t come across girls like you and I hate that I messed that up for my own selfish needs. I’ll always love you and understand that you hate me,” he said. I couldn’t hate him, I knew I was never going to be able to. Would I be able to move

personalities in one, small body. Every morning it's the same. I wake up, I get dressed, I eat breakfast, I catch the bus, I flip out, I end up back home, I change before the nightfall. I can’t help it, though. She's an unwanted force that takes me over when I try to show my true self. See, most people my age would be out learning, exploring the world. But I'm stuck at home with nobody. I wish everybody who ever doubted me would just… leave... No... I wish everybody who ever thought of doubting me were to