I'm showing off, those slashes, those realizations in the process of slashing, I've been showing off.

As long as someone is willing to listen, then I will be willing to speak. But in fact, why not kill it? Since there is time to say it, and it is not a discussion to say it, there is nothing to discuss at all, then showing off is hindering the killing.

What is there to be sure about friendship? What about those friends, even if they are true friends? It's still just fake, it's still just a picture element. No matter how much affection there is, no matter how rich the friendship, it is still just false.

All falsehoods must be abandoned, and I have not yet finished slashing, so what reason is there to stop me? What is a true friend? It seems that a true friend is worth keeping, and ordinary friends can be killed.

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What is it that occupies the mind and then can be arrogant? The idea that "this is my good friend, what must I do" is a kind of distortion. The self-definition of emotional protection is just to enrich the character attributes.

I don't know what I'm doing, and I don't know how it's going to happen. If you want to burn me, you can prevent it, and if you want to fall into the abyss, you can collapse, nothing can happen.

Strong emotions protect all this, and they hold the anchor so firmly that the ship of life cannot set sail at all. However, there's nothing wrong with that, and even if you're really just a template character, it's just a presentation of the graphic elements.

There is no real self walking in this world, and there is no such thing as a way of life.

Whenever I talk about the true way of life, I always say that there is no fear of living, not being afraid of life, and playing freely...... These things sound good because life is so easy after losing fear.

However, this is still not true, and there is no real way of living. Like, something is great, but it's just great. There's no reason to take these things for granted, there's no substitute for any ride, and the best ride is just a ride.

There's no real way to live, it's just personal preference.

It's all just the presentation of picture elements, what's so great, and what's so sad and bleak? Success, the pinnacle of life, sounds good, but it's still just the presentation of picture elements. Sweeping the floor, begging, sounds scary, but again, it is just the presentation of picture elements.

I'm not me, not the role of Yuan Changwen, what else is there to say?

All this, including thinking and memory, is just the presentation of picture elements, what is there to kill? Presenting such a world, it is very beautiful and wonderful, there is struggle, sweat, crying and sadness, it is very good. However, it is not true.

I'm still playing a role, a friend, for what kind of friend. I can't throw it away, and I don't want to throw it away. When a friend comes over, it's obviously happy.

The problem is that when I'm happy, I don't think it's just a representation of the elements of the picture. On the contrary, he will be completely caught in the role, just like he once had no doubt that he was the character of Yuan Changwen.

The phrase "it's all the presentation of picture elements" will make the slash stop suddenly, but at the same time, it can also make the fun stop suddenly. Since you want to use this sentence, then you should use it at every moment, and there is no reason to only use it on slashing, not on happiness.

In other words, if you want to use it, you must use it all the time.

Hell, Yuan Changwen once again felt the strange feeling of not being able to move forward without hindrance. Obviously, all this is just the presentation of picture elements, and there is nothing in the way. Who is blocked?

That awareness is that awareness, the picture element is the picture element, and the role of Yuan Changwen is the presentation of the picture element. And that awareness, which is the truth, has always been there.

What's in the way?

However, I have never been able to cross it.

In other words, thinking wants to pass, but thinking can't pass. That awareness has always been there, it has never gone away, but I can never touch it.

These falsehoods have not been slain, or rather, there is something I am still grasping. Even though these are just representations of graphic elements, I don't treat everything as graphic elements.

I'm a human being, it's, but I still think of myself as a human being. This is not a change in the labeling of "people", but the content of labeling. I am not the character of Yuan Changwen, but everything I do is based on this assumption and fundamental.

The world has a relationship with this character because it's all presented together. It's all connected, and the picture element is the picture element, just here. It's my association that makes these picture elements look sortable.

The picture elements that are always present and clear, I think this is the world, the world in front of me.

It's very vague, but you can ignore the world in front of you and recall the picture elements at will, I think it's thinking and memory.

What the hell.

Even, the association itself is the presentation of the elements of the picture.

Yuan Changwen felt completely overwhelmed, but he just didn't jump. Cleverness is no longer of any use here, and crazy burning is the way forward.

Suicide is the way forward.

Talking to friends and talking about my story, but I don't even know if it's my story. And, what does this have to do with me? It's just the presentation of the elements of the picture at this moment, what the hell am I doing?

Going around in circles, going around in circles, trying to move forward in this way. There is something to gain every day, but after all, it is only the presentation of the elements of the picture, just a thing within the falsehood. There is no difference at all from the growth of knowledge and the growth of money.

Am I having a problem with my brain? I am still expecting something good to happen, and I still regard the starting point of my fear as a source of inspiration.

Affirmation of me, affirmation of my family, affirmation of Yuan Changwen's character?

I should have exploded, I should have died, I should have jumped off a cliff.

I was polluted but didn't know it, and I didn't grow up, but I regarded my social experience as growth.

No, this is still just a discussion of falsehood, and it is still only a discussion of the content of the elements of the picture.

Is it because a friend is reluctant to abandon it? Or is it a family member who doesn't want to throw it away?

It's just a hindrance, but I love it.

Yuan Changwen didn't know if he could continue to kill, but if he thought about it carefully, there was really nothing to grasp in this world. No matter what I caught, as long as I knew I was grabbing, as long as I saw my own distortion, how long could I still be fake?

The devouring feeling no longer allowed me to go back, and I didn't want to. This pain, this inhuman torture, this curse that prevents me from enjoying the world in peace, but it is my best company.

Just let me die.