Did you ever think that maybe you're not good enough to be anything?
That you're nothing but a piece of work, not a work in progress?
That you're worthless?
I do. I feel that way every single day of my life.
My parents make me feel that way.
My so-called friends make me feel that way.
Society makes me feel that way.
But hey, 16 years of that BS and I'm still alive and kicking!
Something got me through.
It wasn't God.
It wasn't my real friends.
It wasn't love.
It was the stars.
I believe in stars. I believe in their non-existent power to make a person believe.
It sounds pretty sad for someone to believe in stars, I know. I'm a sad person.
There's a certain sentence that I wrote on a little sticky note posted on my mirror.
It says:
Light up the night sky.
I've faced a lot of shizz in my life from having to deal with family problems to wondering why the sky is blue or how glue doesn't stick to the container it's it.
Life sucks.
We all know that. It's been established a billion years ago when dinosaurs went extinct. They just wanted to live happily but couldn't. And that sucks.
But yeah, what I'm saying is that we've all been in dark places, we've all fell into holes in the ground. Some people never get out. I'm still stuck in a little pit. I've made myself at home here.
But everyone is a star in the bright sky. Without those stars, what would form those beautiful constellations?
When you look up at the night sky, hopelessly searching for an answer, what do you see?
You see the moon, the clouds, and those beautiful stars.
Well guess what?
I believe in darkness. I believe in sadness. I believe in endings and despair and agony.
And I believe in stars.
I believe that we're all stars and we're supposed to shine as bright as we can. We're all part of the sky, it's out job to light it up.
I'm a star.
You're a star.
My friends are stars.
My loved ones are stars.
Everyone is a star.
I believe in stars.
Do you?
Light up the night sky.
