some days

Some days, I feel free as a bird. Ready to fly into whatever the world has for me.
Other days, I feel trapped and ready to quit. Can't break free of this lonely, hurtful, scary box.
Some days, I feel so blessed with such wonderful friendships and love.
Other days, I feel as if there is no one around for miles who would even care to hear my name.
Some days, I want to learn and live.
Other days, I want to sleep in. Or better yet, just run away from everything. Just go, elope. Move to California.
Inconsitant.

Does it ever change?