Why I can never be enough.

"I wouldn't expect you to want to eat dinner with us anyway."

or

"Just go home. It's clear you don't want this to be your home anymore."

or

"You are too absorbed in yourself and your own life to think to call us every once in a while."

...I think that one hurts the most.

If he knew me, REALLY knew me, I would hope that he would see that I am more than that. Am I really projecting those images out there, for the world to see and judge me upon?

I hate these long strings of emo posts. This isn't me either. This whole blog isn't me.

What the FUCK is me, then? I'm not this, that, the other, anything.

I want the people who are supposed to accept me unconditionally to do just that. I'm not perfect. I'm not even a great sister or daughter. But I'm trying to be enough, as much as I can be