Stupid Stars

Okay, I wish I had something funny or snarky to say, but I don’t.  I don’t have anything clever or sarcastic to say.  Wish on a star once, regret it forever.  Make the same mistake a second time, maybe you’re a fool.  Sure, maybe it’s not the reason you’re so sad and broken.  I mean, obviously wishing on a star can’t really hurt you inside.  It’s not going to tear you apart.  Sometimes you get what you wish for.  Maybe a short month after you made that wish, its going to come back and bite you.  The first time I wished on a star in a long time, I half got my wish.  The feelings that fell from that night ended up in one of the most devistating falling outs I’ve ever had.  The second time, I got exactly what I wanted, and thought that maybe the stars had found pitty on me.  Well, I don’t know if they had a hand in what was to transpire, or if everything really was my own fault.  I don’t know what I did.  I don’t know what to do.  I’m just so confused, and scared, and sad…

I think its important to note, that this won’t keep me from wishing on stars, though I wish it would.

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It's me, Ethan. This is my blog. Can you say blog? Um, about me? I play D&D (and I dont think it's the saddest game in the world), I'm a writer with one and a half books on the way, I fence (currnetly F-D E-D)), and I like to go out for coffee, even though I dont like filter coffee, I strongly appose 1337, I cook and will eventually be continuing my education at culinary school, I love all my friends at fencing, yes all of them, I enjoy bowling, I want to make a mistaken experience cookbook at some point, and I just love run-on sentances. Speaking of which, I cant type very well at all so dont hound me about it. You CAN hound me if I use a 4 in pl4c3 of 4n A or a 3 in p4c3 of 4n E. So, If you join my ranty blog, feel free to e-mail or IM me.

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