tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post4033951764543709650..comments2023-09-11T01:25:45.796-07:00Comments on Endless Corners: Anastasija Volkova.MrIncognitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06485670713300345127noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post-35959111286244629282014-07-03T10:17:45.121-07:002014-07-03T10:17:45.121-07:00I'm not one for consoling, but I've been i...I'm not one for consoling, but I've been in a good mood this week and this post in particular is killing it you morbid asshole. <br />Take it from me all right, my dad was a drunken piece of shit who set all the wrong examples and then left me flat on my ass in the middle of the woods to go die a miserable and unnecessary death somewhere on his own. And yeah I resent the hell out of him. Everything that ever went arry in my life you can trace back to him going starry-eyed for my poor old mom. But we don't pick our lives and we don't pick are family, and we all do the best with the shit we get. If I had to go back, I'd still want him as my dad, because as much as a fuck up as he was he was my dad and I loved him. Love does weird shit to people. Looking for a creative way to kill yourself won't set anything right in the grand scheme, it won't bring anyone back and it makes you look about ten times more pathetic. There's no such thing as just deserts because the world is an amoral crazy place where the good die young and evil maniacs are world famous billionaires. Of course you don't deserve to be a father, just like I didn't deserve to be hunted down from birth by a faceless spaghetti monster. But honestly, who the hell cares? The past is the past and we all die. Sorry to throw a bible quote at you because I just know you're going to bristle like a fucking asshole, but the only sins God won't forgive are the ones we don't repent for. You fucked up, you know you fucked up, and now you gotta live with it. It's as simple as that. If you're fighting the bad guys now though, then that's all that matters. You aren't worthless. Miss Annaleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14901138668670983099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post-24486821670845743302014-07-01T10:05:44.142-07:002014-07-01T10:05:44.142-07:00I said later. I did not come here to challenge you...I said later. I did not come here to challenge you. I do not go around poking bears with sticks.Vladik / Владикhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16149697102085506291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post-80962745454560518632014-07-01T09:58:53.420-07:002014-07-01T09:58:53.420-07:00Hard way it is then.Hard way it is then.MrIncognitohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06485670713300345127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post-65926397573042039562014-07-01T09:29:55.510-07:002014-07-01T09:29:55.510-07:00I am not going to challenge you right now. Maybe l...I am not going to challenge you right now. Maybe later or something. Much much later.Vladik / Владикhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16149697102085506291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post-45851858381423523042014-07-01T04:46:18.115-07:002014-07-01T04:46:18.115-07:00Spare me the melodrama talk, just tell me your loc...Spare me the melodrama talk, just tell me your location now so we can end this more quickly.MrIncognitohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06485670713300345127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6641117460836445414.post-35089600032674306082014-06-30T14:15:02.209-07:002014-06-30T14:15:02.209-07:00I suppose it's a good start that you're us...I suppose it's a good start that you're used to apologising to dead children, since we'll soon have a new one for you to apologise to.<br /><br />Men like you and Dimir make me sick. You don't care about your daughters. All you care about, is your personal failure. You all mope over how you failed as a parent, or a spouse. But never over the people you lost, you don't remember their aspirations, their individuality, their humour, the things they like, the way their laugh is so loud yet so contagious, the way they smile and shuffle their feet. You mourn a concept, not a person, and you make me sick.Vladik / Владикhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16149697102085506291noreply@blogger.com