>If I go one inch, I’m expected to go two. If I go two, inevitably someone will ask why I didn’t go four. If I came prepared with a rope when no one had ever had a rope before; I’d be expected to be a motherfucking cowboy.
And so it goes.
This seems to be the story of my entire life. No matter what I’m doing; it isn’t enough.
It can’t ever be enough. I can’t ever be enough.