“…Ever have one if those days where your mind just won’t stop reminding you of every time you’ve screwed up over the past…however-many years?” He scrubbed his hands through his hair, ruining it.
Hawthorn kept her dark eyes on him, but said nothing.
“I know it’s not all mistakes. I know I’ve done good. But somehow…” Galen shook his head. “None of it measures up. Nothing ever does. Nothing is ever good enough.”
