Amber's POV
I don't know why, but sitting in the dark staring up at the star-filled sky always managed to calm me down. Every single night I possibly could, I waited until nightfall and then spent at least half an hour out there. Wether in complete silence, or listening to music, or chatting with my best friend, I always managed to forget about everything.
I've never really known why I'm so mesmerized by the stars.
People look up at the exact same stars, yet see such different things. That thought never fails to make me think.
Why do we all have such different perspectives on life?
A tiny speck of dirt to one person can be the whole world to another.
It's funny how that works.
The stars might not seem like a big deal to you, but to me they kind of define me.
Like I've said multiple times, even after four and a half years of stars, everything stars, I still don't know what part of them attracts me. I feel like each one has a story. Each constellation. Just like people. Everyone has a story.
Before I judge someone, I always think, 'what's their story, though?'
Yeah, I mean EVERYONE.
That mean girl who brings you down constantly, has a story, too.
If you feel like no one cares, that's not true. Tell people your story.
You have parts of you that nobody knows about. If that mean girl is beating you up and doesn't know your story, make her realize who exactly she's putting this through.
Maybe she'll realize how terrible those mean words really make you feel, and then become your best friend. That does happen, you know.
And if you're that mean girl who's bullying people and bringing them down, think about who you're putting through this. Do you really know them? My guess is no. So maybe it's not that smart of an idea to be mean to someone who could have this terrible life. They've probably done nothing to you. So why? Why do you treat them like this without knowing what they've been through? It just doesn't make sense.
