This is what Charlotte writes.

01.17.08

Enough? Have you had enough? I have. I’ve had enough and more. More than enough. More that is necessary, sufficient, or desirable. I’ve gone so far past enough that I’ve come out the other side, and have begun to need again. It sounds ludicrous, I know. How could one have so much enough that they haven’t any longer? I have no idea, but I know that it’s true. The strange part? I don’t even know exactly what I’ve had too much (or too little) of. Mashed potatoes, stupid pop songs, or self-important characters in the books we read for English class. It could be anything, this mysterious “enough” that plagues me. Maybe it’s everything, all combined and blended into one huge blizzard from life’s Dairy Queen, all ice cream and chocolate chips and whipped cream and far too much but oh-so-delicious. “I’ve had enough!” I tell everyone who will listen…and every who won’t. “I’ve had enough!” But even as I say the words, I sneak another spoonful of the ice cream. Because enough is never, ever, enough.