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I grow ever tired as my body fills with dread
I have that sinking feeling that I'd be better off dead
I see the world crash around me, and hate that I complain
Because avoiding homework is pathetic and lame
I worry about everyone, but there's nothing I can do
So I let myself indulge in the thoughts that just aren't true
That I'm pathetic and useless, that there's no one I can trust
And to do anything less than everything is morally unjust