Never Getting Enough Of Her Novels & Stories

"Just... everything is building in. My family's expectations, umh, me trying to push up this company, and people trying to ruin me.. just everything I do seems like it's not enough. I am always expected to do more, Or give more while I receive nothing in return... I'm tired... I'm just so tired emotionally it's like I have nothing more to give coz they took everything..." She pulled me into a hug again and I held on tight. "I'm so sorry... just know you're enough, for the right people you only are enough, you wouldn't have to go an extra mile or be in a certain way or position.. you crying like this is enough... I'm honestly sorry you're going through this.." I smiled with my head still on h

She knew she looked beyond bad but it didn't matter, she didn't care because it was not like they would just give her a job even if she dressed nicely. Her stomach grumbled from the lack of food but it didn't matter because she had only a few dollars left and she wasn't ready to spend it on food. The money won't even be enough to fetch her a good filling meal that will satisfy her. She just had to scale through the day and she would go back home to have a little dinner and then rest so she could get back on her feet the next day.

A friend in need is a friend indeed. Her body had lost a lot of weight. She could feel her stomach harnessed by hunger. She yawned frequently renouncing the urgency of having a chunk of food in her gut. Despite her land being poor, she had never had a yawn hunger. It seemed to her of a long period of unconsciousness. Her visage always had a rhythmical impact on her heart as it pounded on her chest slowly pushing the little blood into the capillaries of her eyes. She was at loose end. She could feel she was of no help to Ariana. The ability to retrieve memories was not on her side. She couldn't connect the map of the castle. The way that led to the medicine woman.

I say holding her hand this time. “She’s been missing, she haven’t come home” Elle says, Devil going out for a work and not coming right away, that’s not weird. “Maybe she just got some job” I say with a shrug, doesn’t mean she’s dead or left her. “No! You don’t get it. I’m not enough for her! And now she’s leaving me!” she says tears going down her face. “I do get it Elle, it’s okay, she’ll be back soon. You are more than enough!” I say holding her hand, I know how our jobs work, I’m deep inside, more than Elle would ever know.

It was a deep thought that rooted itself inside her mind. “It’s really Jess.” Her face contorted in an indecipherable expression. It wasn’t enough that she barely knew him. It wasn’t enough that their family moved away and they weren’t friends for long. None of it was enough for her to completely overlook it. She was still sad. She knew he didn’t deserve it and neither did his mother. Having lost her appetite, she turned the TV off and quickly ate as much as she could stomach then cleaned the dishes. If there was one thing Enkeli would never get yelled at for, it would be not doing her chores. She never missed a single day.

She is used to telling people now that she is okay as it’s a lot easier than to explain what’s going on in her mind. No one would understand the emotions that overwhelm her every single day of being not enough. They wouldn't understand that it consumes her mind like a woodboring beetle eating wood. They are slow but they consume it to a point till only sawdust is left and nothing can repair the damage they do... They soon reached the villa and Mayra took a deep breath before stepping out of the car. She wasn’t sure that Ved was gone or not but she has to enter in. It’s her home after all!

His hand closed over hers before she could lift the glass. "That's enough." "It's not," she said, her voice breaking. "It's not enough. I am not enough. I am doing my best. I'm trying so hard. Why—" Her voice cracked. "Why can't I just be enough?" She wasn't talking to him anymore. She was talking to herself. To Arthur. To the universe. And Liam realized, with an uncomfortable twist in his chest, that he didn't have an answer for her. "Let's go," he said, standing up. "I'm driving you home."

I’m not that strong. “I just…” My voice cracked, and I took a moment to breathe before speaking. “I just feel like there must be something wrong with me. I am a good person. A good daughter, a good wife. But those things never seem to be enough. My stepsisters barely have their lives together, yet they are shown love every single day. Apparently, Olivia is bad for Adrian’s life and business, but he seems to love that. Being me, being good, it’s never enough. I’ve just never been enough.” Naomi’s face softened, her eyebrows lifted, and the frown lines that had formed at the corners of her mouth left.

"...do it because it is your choice." She listened without interrupting. "Do it because it makes you healthier, do it because it makes you happy but never do it because someone made you believe you are not enough." She slowly reached for the glass of water on the tray. Her hands were still shaking, but she managed to take a small sip. I said nothing. A few moments later, she picked up the spoon. "I still don't feel hungry." "You don't have to finish everything." She looked at the bowl. "I'll try."