You’re in the afterlife and your ancestors ask you how life was and you can’t respond because you spent it being a pathetic, morally corrupt, emotionally deficient, intellectually weak piece of shit.
Try to be better. Fuck!
Try to be better. Fuck!
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My family was abusive. Systems of oppression. These are things that I couldn’t control.
But my mind? My actions? My beliefs?
Life as been transformative. I’m constantly growing and developing.
I can’t have a horrible life AND ALSO be a horrible person.