A part of me keep screaming that no matter what I do, I just won't be enough. No matter how hard I try, how successful I get, how far I go, there is always a part of me that remembers the failures. An achievement is nothing else but a bunch of mistakes that can now be forgiven.

And recently a part of me feels like I don't want to achieve in that way anymore. I still cherish my failures and my pains as much as before I think, if not more. I don't know what I want anymore, I don't know for sure where I belong.

None of my promises, none of my hugs, none of those nights, none of those talks and more importantly none of my memories have changed however. I just feel like the next ones won't carry the same meaning, the same weight. I feel like I lost a part of myself while running after something that can't be grasped. I feel like I met this part of me in every single person I met recently. I might just be waiting for this moment when I'll have a part of me to give to someone as well.