I Will Never Be Good Enough Novels & Stories

I leaned on the edge of the sink and stared at my reflection in the mirror. “You don’t understand. You really don’t. You don’t know how many times I’ve walked into rooms and been the punchline without saying a word. How many auditions I’ve walked into with a pit in my stomach because I knew before I spoke, they already decided I wasn’t it.” A tear slid down my cheek, then another. “I take the pills. I skip meals. I hide behind clothes two sizes too big. And still, it’s never enough. I’m never enough.”

she whispered, a wicked smile curling on her lips. “You’re insane,” Kai muttered. “I know. And I’m tired of hiding it. All my life, I’ve craved validation—from strangers, from anyone willing to give me a nod of approval. I just want someone to say I’m doing okay. That I’m enough. But no one ever does. And the one person who doesn’t even try—gets all the love.” A tear slid down her cheek. “Maybe it’s time I accept the truth. I’ll never be enough for anyone. This is who I am—crazy, greedy, insecure. And if I were someone else, I’d stay far away from me too.”

You did the best you could, and even more than what most people would've done. 2 I blinked back the tears, "but it wasn't enough. I should've done something else. I don't know, but I can't shake the feeling that I didn't try hard enough for him." He didn't brush away my words, and for that I was grateful. He nodded and signed, 'sometimes no matter how hard we try, it's never enough. Life happened, Irene. you can't beat yourself over it forever. Maybe you could've done something to change it all. No one really knows. But you can't dwell on that. Live your life, live your life for him and for your parents. But most importantly, you should live your life for yourself. You deserve it. You deserv

I was sure I disgusted all of them, not even one of them thought I was good enough. I sniffed hard, patting my shoulders. They were right, I would never be good enough if I kept sulking, I just needed to focus on my life and ignore every other thing… I was going to be the best version of myself…

Shames suddenly burns through me. I walk over to the refrigerator and grab a bottle of water myself, I pour inside a glass and sip, the bottle trembles slightly in my hand, and my fingers tighten around it. Tristan's eyes follow my movement, he must realize I’m nervous, but he says nothing. Then I blurt the words out, “Am I not good enough?” “ Good enough.” He repeats. “Yes, like, am I not good enough in bed?” I bite the inside of my cheek, swallowing the water with more force than necessary.

"I am just never good enough." "What do you mean by that?" "I mean, I am too weak; Emmaline would have been better for you; she is strong; she has all the qualities that I lack; I just can't be good enough for anybody; maybe it had been a mistake, me being your mate; maybe I should have never been here.." He walked towards me; his fingers stroking my face softly, he lifted me up a bit so he could leave a very gentle kiss on my lips. He never kisses this gentle.

I had never trusted myself to do better. I will never learn, will I? My hands drop back on the table in front of me as if pushed by a force. I let out air that had been held in my lungs. “I... I can't do this,” my heart raced; the dark clouds in my mind had gathered back in. “I don't think I can ever be good.” I wiped my face with my palms, feeling the moisture on my temple. “Of course, you can.” Manny said on a stern note

A/P "Don't ever think you aren't good enough for anything. There are a lot of things you may be too good for, but not anything you're not good enough for." ~A/N

"I can see you're trying your best" "But I'm not doing my best, Emily", I blurt out. "Every morning, I wake up intending to be good at everything. A good working woman. A good mother. A good wife. But at the end of the day, I seem to be lost in my life. I'm exhausted, broken and not the least, Emily—", I look at her. "I always end up being average in everything and sometimes the worst. Because I don't think I'm capable of doing everything right"

“You can’t un-do what you said any more than you can un-do sleeping with half the squad.” Well that fucking stings. Where is this even coming from? I roll my eyes, shaking my head. “Because you’re perfect, right? You never say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing.” The words taste bitter as they leave my mouth. “Well guess what? I’m not perfect. Never have been, never claimed to be. Do you know how hard it is to try to be the guy you deserve when you’re so fucking perfect? How the fuck am I ever supposed to measure up?”