When am I finally good enough, good enough for my friends, family, the world or even good enough for the worst person: yourself, your mind. In my mind I'll never be good in something or good for someone. Other people seemed so perfect, no problems. But if you look closely you'll see their problems. Doesn't matter where they are. Everyone has their problem, their secret they'll most likely never show to someone. Other people has more problems then someone else but everyone has to fight for who they are. To fight to see only a small positive thing about theirself. I know I'll never be good enough for anyone or anything, but I'm still trying to be the good person for others even though I can't even look normal to myself without thing what a piece of trash I am. Why I have a family, why I have a best friend. Why I even have friends... Some of them might love me, like my family. But that's normal isn't it? I don't deserve someone who loves me because there isnt a single thing to love about me. When the sun is shining I know there's rain. When I have fun I know there gonna be sad times. So what's the reason to look forward to the happy things if you know there are gonna be rough times?