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Anonymous 25/06/17(Tue)20:53 No. 837185

I’ve never been raped or molested the way the boundaries of something so personal to me are being penetrated, corrupted, and unrecognizably changed and by far the worst aspect is how little I can do against this I can’t even speak against it when I try to I can’t even find the words.

This year my grandmother died from an infection spread to my whole family because the boyfriend of my aunt sent his sick kid over to our house he’s (i’ll refer to him as julio) such a lazy manwhore impregnating all kinds of women but is too much of a bitch to raise good kids.

Julio sends his mongrel over here every fucking day each time is filled with confusion and raising his kid for him teaching him basic morals and common sense.

My grandmother didn’t have to die because that bastard is too much of a lazy father.

I write this shit here so I don’t kill myself to stop feeling this no matter what I say these feelings never go away there’s so much rage I can hardly function.

My family treee will be unrecognizable I’ll be the only pure branch next to a bunch of hybrids who have no connection my culture or memories of my family they won’t share the same values won’t worship the same god they’ll be strangers connected to me by blood. It’ll all be erased.

My family is dying so many relatives are old or unhealthy I’m stopped at every turn from rectifying it because my immediate family says I’m too mentally ill to work mental illness doesn’t stop men from fulfilling their responsibilities and I’m not mentally ill I only know what happened was immoral all of this situation is wrong yet I have no balls to say anything about it and no one will listen to me.

I’m not even a man anymore only a host.


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Anonymous 25/06/17(Tue)22:09 No. 837188
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I always maintained that if you decide to have children you owe them a good upbringing or at least everything provided that they need materially, they ultimately create their own life and are free to choose to be assholes.

I suppose good is subjective. People are real strawberries though.

However your situation is small. I'm in a much bigger doozie. (apart for death which is big when it's a loved one, but a natural path of things and we all die eventually, that impure person may have played their part, but just because someone is vulnerable doesn't make it not their fault for dying. Everyone has to take responsibility for everything that happens to them, even the roof falling).

In my case I'm... How do I portray it. I'm walking through an post apocalyptic wasteland. Not a soul in sight. It's peaceful and the nuclear winter is no more - the weather is good. It's beautiful. But did I mention, not a soul in sight? What a man is to do in those circumstances. All alone? I do enjoy the weather, I do walk around. Taste some berries, hunt some canned pork... But, where should I go? What should I do? Looking for others proved to be quite pointless the last few decades - they're all zombified. What do you think I should do OP? Just enjoy the nature? Listen to some tunes from the olden days and do drugs?

I must admit I do enjoy my body. It's young and feels powerful. Also I get to drive the cars around once I manage to start them. Collapsed civilization/society has it's advantages, but is that all? I don't know. I feel like I should do something more. something with a sense of... real intrigue. real interest. real magic.

A brotherhood changes everything. But there's not a single brother. Just zombies and ghosts and shells of people. Utterly boring. Like take even you OP - raging against some brown tard infiltrating your family. For what? Do you not have brighter ideas for life? Is your hobby blaming everyone else for how you feel and what happens in your life? Is anger the most interesting emotion you have decided to explore? You're a zombie. Not really a danger if you know how to navigate, although do pose some restrictions, but it's not the part I'm bothered by.

Maybe I should make a big signal fire. As if saying "Yahello, all, there's consciousness here! Come! let's do some crazy / stupid shit together!"
But the zombies are either blind to the fire entirely, like OP, who'd rather do some utterly boring ass shit than anything interesting, or even if they do recognize the fire and want to do some fire shit - they don't seem to grasp the concept of working TOGETHER. TRUSTING each other. HAVING EACH OTHERS BACKS. COMBINING FORCES. 1 + 1 is more than 5... Stupid fucking zombies. Or it's just another type of blindness... to the fire. to the possibilities, to the opportunities.

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