You will always be too much of something for someone:too big, too loud, too soft,too edgy.If you round out your edges,you lose your edge.Apolozise for mistakes.Apolozise for unintentionally hurting someone profusely.But don't apolozise for being who you are.

I am just too much.

Don't make yourself small.
Not for anyone.
If someone tells you
you're too much...
too loud, too sensitive,
too fierce, too caring,
too intellectual, too optimistic,
too realistic, too logical, too emotional...
just smile and move on, my friend.
Clearly, they aren't enough for you.

In other words, or perhaps another thing, whatever I said it was never enough and always too much. Yes,

Passion cannot be beautiful without excess; one either loves too much or not enough.

It's all too much.

Being too much of one thing and not enough of another had been a recurring theme in my life.

Too much, too many, and too often of what you want becomes what you don’t want.

I think you can love a person too much.

You put someone up on a pedestal, and all of a sudden, from that perspective, you notice what's wrong - a hair out of place, a run in a stocking, a broken bone. You spend all your time and energy making it right, and all the while, you are falling apart yourself. You don't even realize what you look like, how far you've deteriorated, because you only have eyes for someone else.

Things in Excess Become Their Opposite. It is possible to have too much of a good thing. In excess, most endeavors and possessions take on the characteristics of their opposite. Thus: Pacifists become militants. Freedom fighters become tyrants. Blessings become curses. Help becomes hindrance. More becomes less.4 Too much, too many, and too often of what you want becomes what you don’t want.

Being too much of one thing and not enough of another had been a recurring theme in my life. I was, like many young women, expected to be small so that boys could expand and white girls could shine.

When I would not shrink, people made sure that I knew I had erred.

If a little is great, and a lot is better, then way too much is just about right!

Could there be a snare in too much beauty? Could there be too much expectation of good, and too much fiath?

Could ever there be too much love?

And could love require lies?

Every time you come to the limit of what is demanded of you, you are faced with the same problem-to be yourself!