I Will Never Be Good Enough Novels & Stories

I am better off dead. All I ever wanted was for you to love me, to see me for all I was and to accept me. But just like the imperfect moon I worship, I'm flawed, so incredibly flawed, and now it's too late. You've seen me at my worst, and now you know. I saw how the fear froze you rigid, how the disappointment stained your face, and I knew right then that a beast like me, with so many flaws, would never ever be good enough for an angel like you.

I was her only kid, but I wasn't good enough to meet her standards. My phone beeps, and Sam likes my comment. That's fucking terrific. If she likes my comment, then it means that my lips on her meant nothing. And that anything past today will never happen. I have to let you go, Sam, and I think we both know it's for the best. I can never give her what she deserves, no matter how hard I try. Sorry, Sam, the truth is I'm not good enough for the likes of you.

Just him and no one else. It’s honestly sad. The life I have. I don’t have any friends mostly because I hold myself back. Living under the perfect shadow that was Emma nailed in the fact that I can never be good enough for anyone. I wasn’t as beautiful as she was. Sexy as she was. Smart as she was. Loved as she was. I wasn’t perfect as Emma was. I was nothing compared to her.

I panicked and called again hoping it was not what I thought but the call was getting declined each time I called. I don't know why I'm feeling this way, it's not as if I'm enough for him. He can go out there and do whatever he wants why I'm trapped in his house. My breathing was becoming ragged and I tried to calm down but it wasn't working, "I'm never enough for anyone" I whispered. It has always been my curse it's either I'm hated or unwanted, I was starting to wonder why he was acting all pitiful lately but this... Is just unexpected and evil.

“How is me not being in healing classes clear about my future?” “I don’t know! Why would you date me if you didn’t want to eventually be Luna?” I retorted. “Well maybe I’ve always needed a backup plan because I was never going to be good enough for you!” I stopped, my response dying on my lips. A silence hung for a few moments as I processed what she was saying. “What do you mean, not good enough?” “Your father!” She yelled, exasperated. “I’ve never been good enough for your dad--”

“ you are an embarrassment “ I told her , clenching my fists tight . These words she had told me again and again when I have done everything right , it was about time she knew how it feels to be on the receiving end . I knew I was breaking her heart but I had given her so much love , so much attention , so much hope that she has taken it all and burned it in her ignorance “ You say that I’m an average ? Then I will tell you that being an average was loads better than being a drug addict . I don’t know how you stand here in front of me and act as if you have done nothing wrong , but I can’t look at you anymore because every time I look at you I remember the odd gaze with which my friends lo

Frost and I are of one mind on that. “Then start working on making a success of it, instead of planning how to fail. Aiden, I do know what it’s like to feel that you can never be good enough. I’ve grown up in a society that constantly tells people they’re not good enough. They’re not white enough, not thin enough, not clever enough, not pretty enough, and you know what? F*** society. F*** the whole lot of them. We will always have scars left behind from the damage that’s been done to us, but there’s nothing to prove to anybody except the people we choose to care about.” It’s a speech to set a crowd cheering. She’s awesome, my Mate. I should tell her that. “You’re awesome. And amazing, and… s

When I try to hold and help her, my hand just penetrated. It pains me to see her in that kind of situation because even though I didn’t know her, I understand how it feels. Because I also saw that kind of pain in the eyes of my loved ones when they hear from the doctor that I’m gone. When I didn’t do my best to fight and stay for them. When I leave them. I think one of the reasons why I’m still wandering around is because of that guilt, the guilt that I leave them without even saying a proper goodbye.

I guess I just caved in first. All I want is love that lasts Is all I want too much to ask? Is it something wrong with me? All I want is a good guy Are my expectations far too high? Try my best but what can I say? All I have is myself at the end of the day Shouldn't that be enough for me?

Trying so hard to be good enough, to be worthy and lovable enough. And it had gotten me tormented and killed. Never again.