I don't know when things stopped being enough for me. When I started always wanting more. More of EVERYTHING, in the worst way. The girl who is quite possibly the love of my life loves me enough not to kiss someone at midnight for two fucking years in a row because I wasn't with her, and for some reason that display of love isn't enough. I'm still here, looking for other sources of affection. Not to mention that I never seem to be okay with who I am and what I'm doing. That I oftentimes feel dissatisfied or unfulfilled.
So that's my resolution for 2014. What I have, who I am, is enough.
I am enough. Time to start believing that.
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