Hate is a strong word, but it fits nonetheless.

I hate myself.

I hate myself for the choices I made.

I hate myself for making my mom cry.

I hate myself for giving my little sister cause to say that she's disappointed in me.

I hate myself for making it impossible for my dad and I to even speak to each other for more than the couple of sentences it took to tell him that I needed to talk to my mom.

I hate myself for hurting them.

I hate myself for hurting me.

I hate myself.