The anchor had to be cut, and the pull of this emotion was itself false.

What qualifies you to be arrogant here?

Death, there's really nothing to remember.

This pull happens in the body, not who will win, but when it will break.

The thought of throwing away the character, the thought of killing yourself, the fear that you can't dispel at all.

Only madness may be able to suppress this fear.

In other words, two driving forces, madness may have the upper hand.

It's a pity that my sanity is always here, and I am on the verge of collapse, but I still return to the role.

There was no explosion, or rather, no blowing up the character.

Fear of ruining life, this time, it seems that fear has triumphed again.

Suicide is so difficult, and the tenacity of the characters keeps grasping at the fears, constantly grasping at those self-definitions.

There's nothing to say at all, there's nothing to learn, just commit suicide.

It's good to die.

I am afraid that my efforts will be in vain, so I will insist on working hard.

Slashing has become a character attribute, and I'm afraid that I will give up slashing, and then I can't go back to what I used to be, just a person who has achieved nothing.

Look at it, it's still the pull of emotions.

Sometimes, it is obvious that I feel that I have nothing to do with the role of Yuan Changwen.

Sometimes, however, it's clear that emotions are holding me to the character and worrying about the character.

The previous life of despair seems to have dissipated.

Today, I'm still full of hope, really, when did it start, and being hopeful was a bad thing.

Hope is not a good thing, there is no hope, there is no despair, just a quiet slash.

But at that time, maybe there is no need to kill it.

Characters are not real, these words have been said countless times, and the twist in my head can always grab something and fear me.

It is possible to present any picture element, and this kind of discourse has been said countless times, and the mind cannot control the picture element, it is only a part of the presentation.

However, I will continue to hold on to the character, and I will curl up in the shadow of fear, as if it is safe to do so.

It's really safe, you don't need to kill, you don't need to think, you just grow old there and die.

Of course, it's still the same sentence, and the characters will not affect the reality.

Not daring to discard the slash is also a fear in itself.

Perhaps, they are pulled back, and then they need to recharge and break again.

Just like the science of slashing, there seems to be a round-trip reply in the middle.

Unfortunately, this is just speculation.

Right, maybe he will never have the urge to kill again, and then die alone in the depths of the lake.

If you want to present this kind of content, why not?

I don't know how to proceed at all, I should be worried and confused, this is the sequelae of the habit of planning life.

It's still just driven by fear, as if the brain is a tool that must be used, a perfect tool for efficiency and accuracy.

In fact, just a piece of shit.

But all the while, I've been using my brain, and that's all I can use.

Despite hitting a wall many times, and despite life telling me countless times that I believe that the distortion in my brain will only lead to a worse death, the distortion of my brain has still succeeded.

The funny thing is, if a tool had only succeeded by chance, I would have thrown it away or repaired it.

Right, which of the water heaters or kitchen appliances at home is in a state of occasional successful use?

Only the brain, under the pull of emotions, constantly makes me ignore that the distortion in my brain is just a piece of shit, but it makes me firmly grasp the distortion in my brain and constantly unravel the distortion in my brain.

I'm just an emotional monster.

There is no me at all, this is just the character of Yuan Changwen, just a picture element.

It seems that you have to jump one step to cross this level.

I really don't understand, obviously there is no obstacle, right, the character can't get in the way of reality, so why can't it move forward?

I didn't want the real to enter the false, I didn't want to touch the real like an apple.

Is it because the character didn't die?

The role of Yuan Changwen is not me, and there seems to be something missing between the role of killing and killing.

Sure enough, I'm still catching and killing, and I'm still holding out hope.

Really, I've always heard that it's hard to have hope, but it's even harder to obviously want to fall into despair.

There's nothing wrong with hoping for what the characters will become, what you want to happen.

But if what was hoped for didn't happen, that's when fear comes in.

This is the anchor that needs to be cut.

There is no difference between worrying that the killing will not be able to continue, and worrying that there will not be much money this year.

Throw away the slash, or rather, cut off the fear of "I'll be miserable if I can't finish the kill".

After all, the character is just a picture element, and what is the difference between cutting off the falsehood that the character firmly grasps?

No, I'm procrastinating.

I knew I was grabbing and killing, I knew I was scared of killing, so why did I keep talking about what I was going to think about.

Throwing away the slashing is like throwing away the mother, wife and children.

I'm worried, "After throwing away the slash, I won't be able to finish the kill, and then it will cause damage to the character's attributes."

And then compare, "After throwing away your hard work, you can't succeed and can't stand at the peak of life" or something like that, is there any difference?

It is the pull of emotions and the character attributes that are firmly grasped.

I had no idea if my slash would lead to "slash completed", and as ridiculous as it sounded, this "I have to work hard to slash to get to the state where the slash is complete" is in itself.

There is no essential difference from "I have to work hard and have reached the state of success".

There is no causality, or in other words, to discard this "I think" causality, which is in itself a kind of killing.

It seems that killing has become the only thing I do, and after losing this thing, I will have nothing to do at all.

Of course, fear will make me grab other things.

Discarding and killing, but not returning to the previous state, what are you doing?

The character will die eventually, and I want to speed up the process, all the grabbing is just an emotional pull.

I can see very clearly that there is nothing that is not the pull of emotion, and there is nothing that is not the embodiment of fear.

Let me die, and then end this.

Ruining an entire life, including the so-called slashing, has become a new character attribute.

Nothing is known, nothing is ignored, nothing is real.

In this world, there is no truth.

And the non-existence of the real character, the injured character, the lost character, and the bleak character are all just picture elements.

Destroy them all, and don't catch any of them.

Grab and slash, then cut this catch, slash "my slash".

Maybe it's infinitely repetitive, maybe it's just a waste of time, and I'm going to ruin this life.

Bullshit life. (https:)

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