Prose before hos

Dear writer crush,

You know life officially sucks when you text a friend,

"hey, in your area, behind your house infact. Meet?"

And the reply comes,

"I'm in office dude. :x"

You know things are not the same anymore and life has started to suck. People are going to office and you're spending your day at jampad.

Today's the kind of the day that'd make you feel that the Mayans were right about the end of the world.

This space is available for rant/love/crazy nothings/academic paper/drunk conversation.

I'm Simone de Beauvoir.
You're my Jean Paul Sartre.
&
Hell is other people.

(towards my next academic paper. People at my college really need to calm the fuck down.)

In a section in The Republic by Plato, disposal of unhealthy babies is suggested. It is said so to eliminate the weak offsprings that are to represent the city-state. As a whole this may seem very controversial, probably my ethics lecturer might just pass out discussing this because it's a sensitive issue but the repercussions of it exceed the moral dilemma in worth.

Suppose you end up raising the child and surpassing the teething troubles the child comes across as a hail and hearty individual, wouldn't the child feel bad if there are things other kids his age are eligible to do or may do and the child can't 'cause he has some godforsaken issue.

I completely agree with Plato. These kids should be disposed off at birth. Saves time, energy and resources. Conceive another.

It's really just the third day of the year and I'm sick of it. Highly pathetic day- in terms of expecting too much, just from everyone. The HOD can't stop her snide remarks about failing. I can't hold my sarcasm either. One of these days, either one is going to burst out. Same sort of tension brewing up between me and another friend. It's going to end harsh, whenever it does. Silver lining to my failing an exam is the score in other three- 72, 74 and 85. Who gets an 85 in a theory paper in college? We do, apparently. No, that's not the highest. That's fucking 94. I don't know what's really up with the system here. Not that it'll be better at some place else but I am hoping it can't get worse.

After looking forward and failing aesthetics, I think I'm done for the year. Thank you.