What’s the point of having kids in life?

to survive

While I would have liked to have a family, it was never in the cards thanks to financial shit tied to 2008. Some people plan their lives. Having been in serious relationships before I knew that being in crippling debt wasn't conducive to getting in long term relationships. It makes getting into a relationship harder and it puts a huge strain on the relationship. And that's not even considering throwing a kid into the mix which compounds issues even more. The best possible scenarios would have been eventual divorce and child support or scraping the bottom of the barrel at a trailer park where women are used to this sort of life.

People make having kids more than it really is. It's just a life experience. Having kids are a choice and it's kinda annoying when companies bend over backwards for people with kids and expect people without kids to pick up the slack.

cONT
"Why did you steal life from us brother? Why did you steal mama and papa? You left us behind brother? Why did you do that? Why did you leave us and take something you didn't even want in the first place"
And you, the fucking retard that you are, you won't have anything to say. I mean, what the fuck are you supposed to say to a bunch of roided up sperm cells out for vengeance. So you'll stammer and stutter "i.. i'm sorry"
"Give it back" the one nearest you says and begins hobbling closer, using his tail as a leg because he doesn't have two legs because you fucking stole it from him. This ones the leader obviously, he's the biggest and all the others start wobbling and waddling closer chanting "give it back, give it back, GIVE IT BACK!"
And then, just when they're almost touching you, when they've completely surrounded you and you can smell the stale, years old spunk smell. It fills your nose and hits the back of your throat and you can feel yourself starting to choke and vomit. You sink to your knees and are about to plead for your life "please... i'm sorry" but the words don't come out. Instead, all the anger, shame, resentment and the utter humiliation burst out of you in a primal roar and you uppercut the biggest spunk-brother so hard he goes right through the roof. Everything is still for a split second before you release all your primal fury upon your siblings. Their little deformed hands and legs are no match for your strong, perfect, capable limbs even being the fat lard that you are you're better than these little spunk rejects. You were FASTER than them, you were STRONGER than them, you were SMARTER than them. It's not your fault these fucking rejects never got a chance, it's their own damn fault, survival of the fittest baby and right now, amongst all your grotesque little test-tube siblings you ARE the fittest. You can crush their little half formed skull right between your hands, and swing them like fucking clubs into each..

Fuck yeah. Don't listen to the wedlocked breeders. They want you to suffer with them.

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Eventually, once you're exhausted, you realise there's none of the little failures left and you're the last man standing, covered in blood and brains and spunk bits. You let out a scream of victory and fall to the ground sobbing "i won, i won... i'm the best.. i'm a fucking god". You pass out and fall asleep using the bodies of your defeateed foes as a pillow.
And then...
And then you wake up and post it all on Yas Forums

To have the time to write murder porn like this

pedo

To carry on our species, that is the whole point to life, to survive and breed. The instinctual point of life anyway.

You should procreate simply because you're best suited to as someone who doesn't believe they should. All the people who think they deserve to pass on their genes or who don't care but do it anyway need sterilized. It's people like you that weaken our gene pool with stupidity by not propagating your critical thinking genes.