I am nothing much but i could be. i'm a dreamer but i'll never get any where. I'll reach for the stars but i need help getting there

 i'm nameless. Don't need one to tell my story so true you will kill to know it. This is me putting up with the hell that's called life. Ps I have a rage page. This is just me. 
Dealing with it.

  As it turns out I am afraid of thunder, and loud noises and the dark and my shadow, and people, and the unknown, and death, and life, and things in the dark that look like other things, begin stupider that my friends, and the feeling that I'm being  watched ( looks over shoulder) and  schools and hospitals doctors and teachers. But mostly my self.

Life sort of sucks. We think it rocks but it doesn't, do I care? No. Because I won't sweat thing like that. I have to look at the bigger picture. Every thing looks better in the light I tell my self. 

Unless its glow in the dark