There are days, and then there are days like this:

 

Have you ever had one of those

Days that you just wished you could

Wrap up in sparkling paper and send

Back in time to your younger self and

Say, here, this is what it’s going to be like,

Don’t waste this chance.

 

Because I know in retrospect I was

Miserable for so fucking long to the

Point where sticking around felt too

Hard to contemplate and I couldn’t

Imagine a time when I didn’t

Feel this awful, so why bother?

 

But I’m here, okay? I’ve made it to

Nineteen and today there were blue

Skies and sunsets and flower petals

Drifting down the street, car

Windows down with Hozier

Blasting, and I thought, god,

 

There are days that just make you feel

So happy you’re human, and

Here, and alive, and I wish I could

Wrap this one up for that

Sixteen-year-old girl who had no

Idea where to turn to feel hopeful.

 

There are days, and then there are

Days like this making me think that

I’m never gonna wish a single

One away, not a single one.