I hate this feeling, the feeling of being almost there but not quite. It's one I'm well acquainted with. Knowing I should be satisfied and thankful, that I shouldn't worry because it's all in God's hands and hey, it's not like I did terribly. The thing is, it's an irrational, unjustifiable kind of feeling that I can't shake off and it scares me that it is/ I am never going to be enough.

I guess this is what it feels like to have yet to be in want, to be half-filled but to feel so inexplicably empty nonetheless.

There are instances where I cannot stand myself, and the way my mind works.
This is one of those times.