There's some things I fear more than others. Loud noises, stress, being seen as worthless... sometimes I worry I'm not enough. Maybe I'm not smart enough. Maybe I'm not feeling enough. Maybe... it's just me. And I already know I'm not enough. Not nice enough. Not good enough. Not fast enough. But sometimes it's okay. Like when it's late at night and my mind turns to you... and I just don't have enough energy to think about it. About how you're just enough. Just enough to make me feel something again. Just enough to make me reach out and touch something warm again. I lay here and think... that I wish that were more than enough. To make me happy...
Again.
But then again... I'm not enough.