Enough Stories

[DOES NOT CONTAIN SMUT] Maybe Enough is a heartfelt story of unexpected love and self-discovery. Liam, a man who thought he had life figured out, finds his world turned upside down when he develops feelings for his close friend, Noah. With Noah's easygoing charm and quiet patience, Liam is forced to confront his own fears, doubts, and uncertainties about his identity and his capacity for love. As their connection deepens, Liam must navigate the delicate balance between the comfort of friendship and the new, thrilling uncertainty of romance. Maybe Enough is a story of finding love in its most unexpected form-and realizing that, sometimes, just being enough for each other is all that truly matters.

A relationship of a teen girl in this generation where it is one sided and delusional

wasn't she enough?

Emily Ashton fled the country when she was 18 years old. She met Ronnie at the door, boarded the plane, and chased Cameron and Hannah all the way to Europe. Emily had recieved a letter saying that Cameron would be going to the place where it all started. But it had never started with a place - it had started with a person. She finds herself in Italy where Dylan's first stop for his European studies tour begins as he says he misses her, Hannah tries to make amends with Emily, and Cameron is slowly pulling Ronnie back over to the dark side... If Emily's barely been able to survive the storm that is her life, how will she ever be able to survive realizing that it may be time to save herself... ... No matter the costs.

This is based off of the wave of emotion I felt after fully hearing the song - 'You're Mine Still' by Young Bleu I don't know exactly why it put me in this exact head space, however, this is raw and off the top of my head so as always. I hope y'all enjoy, like, vote, share, comment and feel free to follow.

Short poem of a delicate heart.

#1 enough #1 notenough #3 in lifelessons #15 relatable "They say you regret the things you didn't do more than the things you did do in life," I whisper, glad that I can still form a coherent sentence with him so abnormally close to me. I would barely have to extend my arm halfway to touch him. I become painstakingly aware of every movement, watching his dark eyelashes flutter with every blink. He moves impossibly closer, eyes still concentrated on my lips. I swallow anxiously, forgetting how to breathe. "Well thank fuck for that," he mutters, before a hand against the back of my neck pulls us together. --- Never put effort into anything, I told myself. It will never help you. It will never beat those around you. You will never be competition for those geniuses. You will never be wanted by anyone in your life because there's always someone better than you. You will never amount to anything. You will never be good enough. I will never be good enough. And then I met Slater. Began: 2nd September 2016 Completed: 9th April 2018 (+585 days)

It is an ugly beast to have to have to tame. Sometimes the easier thing to do instead of learning to tame the beast, is to learn to understand it and move with it. It's a roller-coaster of pain and anger and confusion, but once in a while, it's Alive.

How could a good thing turn out so sour. Follow the love story of Avery and Valerie as they start from meeting up coinsidentially to them being head over heels with each other till they grew apart and broke up. Is everything what it seems?... You never know.

Are we continually miscommunicating ourselves and misunderstanding others? Is it even worthy in that case to express ourselves? Coming to the dispute of expression with words, if words are not enough then what is? Does the same word mean the same thing to everyone?

You have your own story. She has her own story. He has his own story. I have my own story. In a world full of stories, which one do you choose? Cover by: Star2905

Dear Jane, Is it bad to think about it? Is it bad to think about death in a positive way? Is it bad to debate whether or not I should just end it here? Because if it is, I am a bad person. I go over all of the pros and cons sometimes and who I might hurt or what I might cause. The only people I could see getting hurt the most would be my grandparents because they already lost a son and that would just put them over the edge. I know my parents would hurt a lot, too. But something tells me that they would be the only people who would take it really hard. My family- that's it. I can't see anyone else getting that sad over me. I don't think they would even care that much to be honest. If I was famous they would all pretend to have been my best friends, so I guess the way I have it would be better. I hate pretenders. I wonder who would truly care, though. Love always, Mads

Not good enough, it's a feeling I can't seem to shake. I look at all the magazines my mother owns and the feeling rushes back. I look at all the girls in my school and the feeling rushes back, it's like it's a part of me now and I can't shake it. Mel waters is the daughter of fashion model el waters, second runner up for ms. Universe. All her life all she herd was the word perfection, and that's all she's ever wanted to be. But being forced to not only compete for the attention of your mother but basically everyone in town because your sister is the prettiest, smartest, funniest, and kindest girl in town is hard. That's when Ana comes into play, taking control of Mel like a spell. Will Mel be able to shake this spell and her feeling of not good enough? Will she finally be good enough for someone? Or will she die trying

Just a few short words to every mood

A poem about never being good enough.