March 20, 2005
I guess I'm not enough.
No matter how much I give, how much I try, I'll never be enough for you.
Maybe I never was. Maybe I was just someone to pass the time with until you found something… better.
Who would want a broken woman, anyway?
Haha—only someone who's already lost their mind, right? Someone desperate. Someone who doesn't mind the cracks, the weight, the silence.
But I tried. God knows I tried.
I held on when it hurt. I fought for us when everything else told me to walk away. I swallowed my pride, my pain, my fears—just to keep you close.
And still, you let go.
You gave up on me first.
Not because I failed, but because I wasn't what you wanted anymore.
Maybe I reminded you too much of what was broken. Or maybe…you just stopped caring.
I hope you're happy now. Truly.
Because while you've moved on, I'm still here—gathering the pieces, learning how to breathe through the emptiness.
But I'll heal. Not for you. Not for us.
For me.
One day, I'll look back and feel nothing at all.
And maybe then, I'll finally be free.