I want to be good enough. I know I am already, but that doesn’t stop this everlasting feeling of not being enough. I’ve never been more sure in my life time of my commitment to this truth. I know I can be the one. I know I can be the best for you and for me. Maybe I already am. But I don’t feel good enough, I’m not satisfied. These dark roots grow inside of me and cannot be pulled by hands. These roots are veins, these roots are me and there is no removing myself from me without the consequence of someone else. I am indecisive. I am sparstic. I am inconsistent. But I am always loving, I am always able to love you unconditionally, I am always going to give you my head and heart. Because this is me. This is who I am. And I am enough. Now I just focus on the feeling of being enough.