I Will Never Be Good Enough Novels & Stories

"I never wanted your gratitude. I did not sacrifice anything for you so that you would owe me. I did it because I loved you. Because I have always loved you. Because loving you was never a transaction and it was never a debt and it will never, ever be something you have to repay. I love you. That is all. That is the only thing that has ever mattered to me." I pulled away from him. I shook my head again. "I am not good enough for you." "Tam." "I am not good enough for you. I do not deserve you. You should have married someone who could have kept the promise. You should have married someone who would not have given up on you. You should have..." "Tam." "I am not good enough." The words were co

I have always done my best, but for what? Her eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with malice. "Your best? It's never enough, Alondra. Perhaps the reality you should be questioning is that your step sisters are more than you? Why are they better than you.Why they don't have to put in the effort to be more perfect than you. Perhaps the reality or avoiding Alondra is that you are forever going to be never Enough. Perhaps you should reflect on that."

"You know, the thing about failing the exams is not the issue. It is you not ever asking about it. Everything about me is never important to anyone. Honestly, it is fine if Mum and Dad don't see me reasonably, but not you, Greg. Not you..." "James..." "Or do you think I am not good enough to dream big?" "I do not think that." "It is true. I am not good enough for anything. I couldn't get in. I studied like everyone else, yet I couldn't get in. Do you realize I have been studying?" "I am sorry." "I only needed a little encouragement. Not from Lucky or anyone." "I am so sorry, James. I do not know what to do. What can I do?"

"They should have never put any faith in me; I just can't seem to get anything right." "Riley, listen to me." "No, I am tired of listening to you, okay? You told me I am different... well, not very unquie now am I." "Riley," he called again, but I wasn't willing to hear what he had to say, not when I felt this so angry. "I would never be good enough for anything, and maybe... maybe it is time I accept that." "Riley," he called out again, this time louder.

“I’m really not good enough for your mom. I know that more than anyone else.” He never thought that he would be good enough for her either.

I can’t keep going like this, it has to stop! I'm just tired of this mess and I want to be free from him for good.There is only one thing left to do! There is no turning back from this. Taking a large inhail I try to prepare myself for the pain I know is going to come before I say the words that are going to damage the bond.

They didn’t. “Good isn’t enough,” I muttered, tapping my pen against the desk. “It has to be perfect. If I slip up once, even slightly, they’ll rip me apart. They’re all waiting for me to fail.” She shut the folder with a sharp snap, making me jump. “Perfection is impossible. But this? This is close enough that your dad would’ve been proud.” The mention of Dad made my throat tighten. I looked away quickly, pretending to shuffle papers. “Don’t,” I whispered.

Her face was still turned away from me, so that I could only catch a view of the side of her neck, hidden by her hair. Nothing in this wretched world pleased me. I hated everyone and they hated me too. I was never good enough for anyone. No matter what I did, I always fell short of their demands. So, at some point I had stopped trying. I was tired of doing everything for someone and still not being good enough. For my Dad, I was never enough, in any way. My Mom only wanted me to do everything Dad asked and earn his favour; regardless of the nature of that thing. Friends and other people were only there for their own gains. Whether it was social status, money or looks—that's all they approach

#songs #AdamLambert. - Better than I know myself #TheScript #Army of angels Clara I'm not perfect .I've always said that; perfection isn't perfection unless there are imperfections visible... So we are all imperfectly perfect . There are some moments in life when you feel undeserving of what you have or like a total loser.I've had many of those days and weeks ,when I sometimes feel like I'm not being a good enough mother to my son , or perfect wife to my husband . When you wake up in the morning and wish you could fall back to sleep cause you hate feeling like you are failing at a role you should perfectly fit into cause you've had enough practice, however you still feel like you are always

He asks warmly, an affectionate twinkle in his eye. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m so tired of getting credit for things that just so happened to occur in my general vicinity.” I complain, slumping back and rubbing my full belly. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliments… I just… perfection is an impossible thing to live up to… and I am so far from perfect it’s laughable. I don’t want to end up with a reputation that I’m destined to fall short of – I’m only human after all.” A moment after the words leave my mouth, I realize they aren’t true. “I mean, not human, but I’m just a person like everyone else.”