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I have those days where I think perhaps I am not doing the best that I can , or that I am not enough for some people but the hell with them! 

if I get to find any ounce of pleasure in anything at the moment then I know I am doing the best that I can. Why should I worry if someone doesn’t like me? Why should I worry if they don’t think I am enough? 

I am enough for me and that’s what matters; I admit I don’t always see everything so positively. Some days I want to crawl under the covers and never let anyone see me again. I often criticize myself and see my flaws a lot bigger than they are. But each day that goes by I fall more in love with myself, each time I had to put all the broken pieces back together I know that something has to change and I am willing to make those changes.