"Dude, where's my class?"

The dexterity with which second year mechies 'mass bunk' is commendable.
Time: Friday, last hour
Reason: Friday, last hour
Seen: Senior faculty member chasing a frazzled bunch of duds, who, after abiding by strict instructions to steer clear of the main building, decided to have a bonding session in the SS.
Simultaneously occuring event: Class committee meeting, complete with the CR, clueless 'bout the entire escapade + HOD + n-hazaar other profs.
Result: Senior (irked) faculty member reports 'issue' to the HOD. Demands explanation from tongue-tied CR + written apology stating reason for absence.
Dire consequences: If the aforementioned were not fulfilled, entire class flunks course.
Fact: It's relative grading... Flunking everyone don't matter!!
Confusion: Right..?

Mad season..

"I feel stupid...
But I know it won't last for long."

Yes, dude. I agree with you completely.

Wrench yourself away from civilization...
If you can do that, you're "God level" *har har*

Disconnected...

You feel stifled these days. No, actually, you can't quite say 'these days'. It's probably just a pent up emotion surfacing. Like the thunder after the lightening.
You want to break collaboration. But it seems impossible.
You're frustrated. You attribute it to teenage angst.
Your strength lies in knowing your weakness.
You weakness lies in knowing your strength.
The only reason you feel weak is because you know that you're weak. And that curtails you from achieving more.
A knock on the door tears these flowing fragments away. A friend stands, bringing laughter with her. You stand outside. Laughing. Laughing the pain away.
Your cynicism is converted to mirth.
It's ironic how the deepest of negative sentiments manifests itself as a positive sentiment under dire circumstances.
You contemplate.
What next?
You have no plans.
You take the path that you tread...
You live the life that you lead...

The monster within...

It's funny how one rotten feeling can multiply and invade into all other aspects of reason and thought. It consumes you. Your thoughts.

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Rotten thoughts. Thoughts you wished you had buried. Thoughts that had died.

But somehow they force themselves into the mainstream of mental activities. And bar progress.

Until now you'd believed that having these thoughts would enable you in comprehending the versatility of the human mind. Your mind. But they seem to do little but hamper development. Plague growth.

These thoughts have a nasty grip over you. They play themselves over and over again in a sickening flurry of events. Random scenes from memory are extricated and put forth, demanding their dissection. It's surreal. Your mind is like a sink filled with regurgitated remains of a meal.

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You never cease to appal yourself.
You cease to comprehend yourself.

Nothing.

I've just been so caught up with myself these past couple of weeks. I haven't had time to do nothing. Today, I took some time off to do just that. NOTHING.

Contradictions...

Starting mood: Dazed

Out of place
In the right place
Is it right?
Is it wrong?
I cannot tell...
And neither can you.
You believe you have the answer.
You believe...
You delude yourself into believing.
That's the answer, my friend
That's the answer.
Or is it..?

Ending mood: Wistful.