nothings fine i'm pissed i'm so jelous and angry and i have to fake smiles and say congrats it's great but it's not at least not for me i hate them so much

I dwell in Possibility — (#466)
by Emily Dickinson

I dwell in Possibility —
A fairer House than Prose —
More numerous of Windows —
Superior — for Doors —

Of Chambers as the Cedars —
Impregnable of eye —
And for an everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky —

Of Visitors — the fairest —
For Occupation — This —
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise

they say nothing extraordinary has ever come out the confort zone and believe me i'm trying i have been trying for a while now and it feels good at times not so good other times but at the end i'm pretty sure everything it's going to be worth it every effort every scary situation a put myself in everything will be settled peaceful and wonderful