I Will Never Be Good Enough Novels & Stories

“Who said you are not enough for me?” Liam held her cheeks with both hands as he stared into her deep blue eyes. Her eyes clouded and she shut them, not wanting to look at him; ''If I was good enough, your grandfather wouldn't have tried to separate us,” she replied audaciously; that was the truth, if she was actually good enough for him, Albert wouldn't have thought of breaking them apart. She was a nobody, with no-background and she would never be good enough for him because she had nothing to offer.

"Perhaps you will tire sooner than he will. It is a sad thing to think of, but there is no doubt that genius lasts longer than beauty. That accounts for the fact that we all take such pains to over-educate ourselves. In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place. The thoroughly well-informed man—that is the modern ideal. And the mind of the thoroughly well-informed man is a dreadful thing. It is like a bric-a-brac shop, all monsters and dust, with everything priced above its proper value. I think you will tire first, all the same. Some day you will look at your friend, and he

My words dissolved into ugly sobs. Mariah leaned toward me, grabbing my hands. “Jessa, no. Hey, look at me. Breathe, okay? Slow breaths.” But I couldn’t. The pain clawed at me from the inside, too raw, too sharp. “I’m so tired of this,” I sobbed, words tumbling out in a rush. “I’m so tired of being the butt of the joke. Of always being the one people laugh at. No matter what I do, it’s never enough. I try so hard, Mariah. I try to be pretty, to fit in, to not take up so much space, but—” My voice cracked, breaking completely. “But I can’t. I’ll never be like them. I’ll never be good enough for anyone.”

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.”

"That's your choice" I frowned. "Why are you always like that?" I said. "Like what?" "Like that. You're nice to people and you don't judge them. You always try to understand them even when they're in the wrong" I stated. "Because that's who I am. I choose to understand the people around me" "Then why can't you choose me?" I suddenly said. There was a moment of silence. "Am I not good enough?" I asked her. "No,of course not. It's because you're too good, Theo. You're an amazing human being who deserves the world"

“Don’t say…that I’ve never loved you. Of course, I do. I’ve loved you since we were together. I love you, knowing I should not love you. Since then, my heart beat faster whenever I hear you talk about your feelings. And although we were not together, I love you. I wanted to go back….” His arms around her tightened. He hugged her so tight that Celine heard his heart beating faster. “…I was wrecking my brain every day on how to resolve all the problems I had and still have. I wanted to be good enough for you. I wanted to fulfill our promise. I wanted to give you what you deserve….” “But it was all too late. I’m not good enough. Things that happened stomped over me like a piece of garbage. I co

I was never enough. For my father, for my siblings, for my clan, I was never enough. And no matter how hard I work, how many plans I make for the future, the constant reminder of how unwanted I am never stops looming over my head. My heart feels like it will burst out of my chest, it’s beating so painfully hard.

I just know it,’ Jinx whimpers. The ache in my heart matches the ache in my soul, both longing for validation and acceptance. I've spent my life trying to prove myself, to be enough for others, but it appears that regardless of what I do, it's never sufficient. The constant battle to measure up to society's standards has left me exhausted and broken, questioning whether I will ever find the strength to rise above this overwhelming feeling of inadequacy.

Brandon can't imagine inflicting that on him, no matter the gain. He knows what it's like to feel like you're never good enough, no matter how hard you try, that all your efforts are futile because your dreams of making someone proud, of being loved, of deserving happiness are lightyears away.He never wants to feel that way again, and the thought of others feeling even a sliver of this chips away at his very soul. He can't do that to him.

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."