Part of me has come to the conclusion there isn't really a point to it anymore, and its not the crippling hypoxia talking either. But part of me has also come to the conclusion that to marry or date, implies kids and an idea of progression. If i die soon, who am i but yet an evil selfish asshole for forcing a single motherhood onto the person i impregnate? How am i any better than the street nigger down the road? All that for a fleeting idea of love, which will leave the other person shattered upon my death.
Part of me has come to the conclusion there isn't really a point to it anymore, and its not the crippling hypoxia talking either. But part of me has also come to the conclusion that to marry or date, implies kids and an idea of progression. If i die soon, who am i but yet an evil selfish asshole for forcing a single motherhood onto the person i impregnate? How am i any better than the street nigger down the road? All that for a fleeting idea of love, which will leave the other person shattered upon my death.
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