Sometimes I want to apologise for not being good enough. But I won’t. I shouldn’t have to. What I give you is enough to make any person on this damn planet happy, and if that’s not enough for you, then guess who’s loss it is? Yours. You’re the one missing out on all kinds of happiness and love because you’re after the unattainable perfect being.
Screw you and your bullshit expectations. If I’m not enough as I am, then you’re damn sure I’ll find someone who appreciates me for everything I am.