Novel & Cerita I Will Never Be Good Enough

It didn't matter how big or how small, whether it be spilling a cup of juice or failing an exam - even something as small as forgetting to say thank you or goodbye could be called disastrous. It was dramatic, really. Anything she did or said- it was all wrong. The way she walked, the way she talked, the way she looked... she couldn't do anything right, and so, one day, she decided, why bother trying? It was never going to work out in her favor. She was never going to be good enough in the same way she would never be a real Castelli. Amara just didn't have what it takes.

She had never talked that way to her before. "Still. Still, mother. Have I not tried my best?! Have I not?! I will never be good enough for you. I will never do things that please you because you are too much and greedy for more! You never listen to what I want, because you are self-centered about only your fucking feelings and fucking self. You raised me wrongly! You should have tried better……." Kpak!

If you can only remember everything your family said to me, that was nothing. But after years of focusing on the things that made me sane in this insane world, I'm still not good enough for you. Well, I will never be enough and deserve you. You are Elroy Santos. You ought to do great things, while I am just a nobody writer with her imagination as her weapon.

"I've always been a good person, a good wife. I've always tried to do the right thing, to be the best version of myself. But no matter how hard I try, no matter how good I am, it's never enough." I took another sip of my drink, feeling the liquid burn its way down my throat. "It's like I'm not good enough, like I'm not worthy of love and respect. It's like I'm just a disposable thing, something to be used and thrown away when I'm no longer needed." The stranger's eyes filled with compassion, and he reached out to put a hand on my arm. But I pulled away, not wanting to be comforted. I just wanted to be heard, to be understood.

I clutched my hand over my chest, trying to make it stop hurting. “Hey! Hey, baby, please stop.” Someone rushed out, I felt their hands wrap around my gram, holding my closely as I sobbed. Do I really deserve this? Did I do something wrong to be constantly cheated and hurt this way? I’ve tried my best to be good. I’ve done everything to be good yet I am not enough. I wasn’t enough for Damien nor am I enough for Adonis. Am I lacking something? Do I lack something?

“Evelyn, baby… how are you holding up?” Her voice was warm, familiar—like a soothing balm on an open wound. Tears welled up before I could stop them. I let out a shaky breath, the disappointment crashing over me all at once. “I should’ve done better, Mama. Third place… it’s not enough. What if… what if I’m not good enough? What if I never make it?”

I just have to admit that, maybe, just maybe, I wasn't good enough for them. I wasn't good enough for him, who shall not be named, then. And now, I wasn't good enough for the man I love with all my life. I am not good enough. I am not enough. I am not enough. God, it hurts. It hurts so fucking much. Please, God, please. Please, please, please. Let me our of this misery. I can't. I ... just can't. It hurts to breathe. Why is it hurting?

Isabella. I stared motionlessly at him. It was ludicrous, too unbelievable to think about. I was tempted to hightail it at the moment and yet still want to stay. His eyes kept me in place. The expression on his face, no more than a pair of shackles, kept me glued in place. “I loved you then, and I fell for you, as the woman in front of me, even more.” He said. “But that's the thing, isn't it? Even though I fell for you a thousand times, even if I would give you the world and then some, it wouldn't matter. Because I will never be good enough.” He shook his head.

"I can’t satisfy you, Kael." The silence on the other side of the door is deafening. I know he’s probably confused, maybe even frustrated, but I can’t stop myself. "I’m not good enough for you. You deserve someone who knows how to make everything work, someone who can keep up with you. Someone who’s... perfect."

Sobs racked through my body. Giving up on someone hurt so much. Why was i never enough for anyone? "You don’t have to be strong all the time," Elijah whispered, his thumb brushing the tears fro my face to my jawline. “I just.. I can’t. He didn't want me. He never did. Am I that awful? “No baby. Never think that. You’re awesome, He’s a jerk” “ I can feel my wolf’s pain Elijah, I…I…I don’t know what to do.”