A/N: People have asked me to write more, but this is a oneshot that I wrote after a hard time, so for right now I will keep it as a oneshot, but maybe I will write more, I'm not really sure now.

Maybe she just feels like

She's never good enough

Not a good enough friend

Not a good enough girl, not

A good enough sister, daughter,

student, athlete. And maybe she's

just sick of trying, maybe she's just sick of crying

Ginny was sitting on her bed packing the rest of her boxes. She had to get out of the house that held so many memories. Some of them happy and beautiful, but others dark and depressing. It held the things that could have been, should have been, and would have been if she was just good enough.

For her it felt like she could have done everything better. She could have gotten better grades, getting better respect from her family. She could have been a better wife, making her husband love her and not cheat on her. She could have been a better worker, getting her a better job. She could have been all of these things, but she wasn't. She just wasn't good enough.

Ginny taped up the last box and flooed it over to her new loft. She turned from the fireplace and looked around her old bedroom. It used to be a warm and inviting room, until she found out her husband's little secret. Actually, she didn't find out, she was told, by the little chippy her husband had been sleeping with. The bitch had called Ginny up and said, "He doesn't love you anymore Ginny, he loves me. So why don't you back off so he can be with the one he really loves, me."

That call had broken her heart. She thought it would be less painful if he had Avada'd her. All she did was love him, and all he did was hurt her. All she wanted was to be with him, to love him, to need him and all he wanted was for her to leave so that his new fiancé could move in.

Ginny only had one more box to pack. It was a very small box. It could only hold one thing; a wedding ring. Ginny took the little navy velvet box in her hand and opened it. She slid the gold ring off her finger and placed it in the little box. She always thought, that when she held one of these tiny little boxes it would be happy moments. These boxes hold wedding rings, engagement rings, anniversary rings, happy rings. But this particular box held a wedding ring, that was nothing but fool's gold. She always thought it was made of genuine love, but it was just made off fools love. She shut the box and placed it on the bed.

Ginny then found a scrap of paper and wrote him a note.:

Here is your ring back, I hope it fits her fat finger. I guess I just wasn't good enough.

Ginny took one more look around the bedroom. She touched the walls for the last time. She loved the room design, even though it wasn't her original design. For him it just wasn't good enough, nothing about her was.

"What are you still doing here." Said a women's voice, "You don't live here anymore, I do."

"Don't worry I was just leaving." Ginny grabbed a handful of floo powder and stepped into the fireplace.

"Have a nice life tart." Said Ginny.

"Oh, I will bitch, I guess you just weren't good enough."

Ginny yelled her address and threw the powder. She did not have a comeback because she knew it was true, she just wasn't good enough.

A/N: This is something i wrote a while ago, hope you like it please review.