When I was younger, about six or seven, I remember wishing on my first star. A long time ago I shared a room with my little brother, who's a rough two years younger than I. And even though I told him what to do all the time, as we had our far share of fights, he was like my little default of a best friend. So before we fell asleep every night, I remember having these half-whispered giggly conversations with him, getting yelled at, then dropping unconscious. Well anyways, one night he happened to fall asleep sooner than me, and for some reason I couldn't get to bed.
Staring out the window, I eventually spotted a single star in the sky. For some reason, even though I'm sure that I had seen stars before that day, I had never remembered the rule about wishing on them. I don't know, maybe the Disney movies hadn't quite penetrated my skull just yet. Seeing this star, I literally freaked and felt soooooo proud that I found one. I wished. Except here's the funneh part, I didn't just make one wish. I guess that I had somehow figured that a star comes only once in a blue moon or something, and that I should make as many wishes as possible because I didn't know how long it would be until I saw another one.
So I continued to stay up for another hour, (which felt like the whole night had gone by to me) just making wishes on this one dull star.
And, I don't exactly remember what I wished for, but I'm pretty sure none of it came true. That might be super-negative or emo, but it's true. Wishes on stars don't come true. I mean, if you wish on a star that you'll wake up tomorrow and brush your teeth, then yeah, duh. However, stars have never really worked for me. Maybe that one night of hyped up wishes from a 7-year-old wasted all of my chances forever more, but who knows. If I wanna wish on something, I wish on ladybugs. Yeah, that's right, I go for ladybugs. Try it, it'll come true, for anything red and spotted is bound to be magical.
All the thoughts
I shudda kept to myself
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