When I woke up, I don't know.

And waking up in a hurry, in a hurry to complete the killing, this is still driven by fear.

is still treating the character as real, and still enriching the character.

It's just that you can't kill it, so what?

What about this devouring gloomy and depressive state that lasts for a lifetime?

What's not to do?

Every time I talk about picture elements, I've focused on the labelled word "picture element" and almost forget what it means.

The feeling of happiness is not a comparison at all, and when you fall into the ecstasy of wanting to dance, you don't want to compare or think about what you have.

To completely abandon the mind, to discard the distortion in the mind, is ecstasy is to can't help but want to dance, and can't find any reason.

Perhaps, it is only in the midst of misfortune that happiness needs to be obtained through comparison.

The character must die, and there is no reason to keep the character.

Whatever the reason, it's.

The character is still struggling, still justifying that the distortion in his head is not, and he still wants me to continue to grasp what is false and what is important.

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Have the ability to throw away the fear, let's have a good talk?

Can't do it, without the blessing of fear, the twisted shit in the head is not.

Die, let yourself die, just throw everything away, there's nothing worth grabbing.

Pushing away the whole picture element, what is there to discuss?

Nothing is the real me, and the words "real" and "me" contradict each other.

The characters only make me feel sick, the urge to try to do good, the idea of forcibly restraining evil, all exude fear.

Working on these words, too, becomes disgusting.

And negative resignation, that kind of denial of the future, is also just a distortion in the mind.

It seems, one way or another, that I'm hating humanity as a whole.

It doesn't matter, even if you destroy the planet and destroy the universe, the so-called survival instinct is still just nonsense.

There are so many distortions in my head that I don't even know it's distortions in my head.

Too much is taken for granted, but it is just wishful thinking.

Just like I used to be, I don't think that there is fear standing behind the hard work, and I don't think that I am not real.

It seems that everything he has revolves around the role of Yuan Changwen.

It's disgusting to think about, too much fear in me, constantly changing shapes, and then whipping me with impunity.

Go ahead, and if you have to kill to make yourself more comfortable, then kill it.

Or rather, it was meant to be a slash.

Talking to people becomes very weird, and when you talk as if it's nothing, but as soon as you end the conversation, you immediately feel a sense of absurdity, as if you don't know what you're doing.

And the content of the conversation is always about enriching the characters, expressing any opinions or describing what stories, but these are not me at all.

The role of Yuan Changwen is not me at all, so what the hell is going on with all this?

Work, study, live, get married, have children?

How did these so-called life events become life events, and who discussed them with me?

What kind of bullshit is the distortion in the head, and what qualifications do you have to directly pretend to be true and pretend to be the truth of the whole universe here?

It has nothing to do with anyone else, these distortions are all things in my head, all of them are "what I think".

Even, "everybody is like this" is just "I think" content.

It's not "there is a world, everyone is like this, they all abide by something, society is very realistic" or something like that, but "I think" these baseless affirmations, and I put these into my head with my own hands.

Why not kill, why not die?

If you dare to fear me, I will kill you, there is nothing to discuss.

There is no need to be reasonable, distortion is distortion, prejudice is prejudice, and unreal is untrue.

It's funny when I think about it, what kind of things are these things, and they dare to control me.

Without a me, these pulls and these distortions, what is the basis on which they are built?

How does the superimposition of falsehood maintain stability?

There is no truth in this world, and the character of Yuan Changwen is also unreal, so what is the so-called life, and why has it risen to an unshakable height?

There is no life, it's all, it's just a trick of fear.

Every thought I make, every thought I think, comes from fear.

The existence of the whole person itself is made up of fear, and fear "has no role", so the character is regarded as real.

Don't pay attention to the characters, don't pay attention to the fears, throw away if it's not real.

I don't understand how something as simple can turn into a tug-of-war, how it can make it so difficult to throw it away.

It's amazing that you can treat slashing as a new character attribute, and whether or not slashing is completed as a new fear invasion point.

Let me see what the characters will look like and what the elements of the graphics will look like.

No matter what is presented, it is nonsense and unreal, no matter how thrilling or bland, it is still just a picture element.

It's really hard to say so easily in the midst of fear, especially the fear of one's own future, and it's hard to become unconcerned about oneself.

To let fear run wild is to plunge headlong into fear and see if it can kill me.

Without grasping anything, fear on the one hand allows me to continue to grasp the false to get rid of fear, and on the other hand, when I don't grasp anything and let fear run wild, I am destroying the character's attributes.

It's about killing the character, and once you fall into fear, prove that you're in the right direction.

Fear is digging my own grave, and this is not the time before, and fear can still hold on to something.

It just makes me feel sick, especially the underlying fear, which is so disgusting that nothing but slashing is slashing.

I don't know when I saw the story, about a group of people who were shipwrecked and had to drift on a lifeboat.

And then there are people who are very positive and give everyone an atmosphere every day, saying things like tomorrow will be better.

This positive person is thrown into the sea, and then the person who emits negativity every day is also thrown into the sea.

Everything was quiet, everyone waited quietly for rescue.

When I read this story, I was very young, but now I have a different feeling.

I don't know if the author is the same as I think, anyway, the distortion in my head is a murmur, and I don't need to care about what the specific content is.

It's all artificially distorted, whether it's positive or negative, and behind it stands fear.

Throwing away the distortion in the mind naturally throws away the fear.

A person who has no fear, does not need to insist on anything positive at all, and treats life as if it were, relaxed and natural.

There's nothing to worry about, and there's nothing to catch.

Family, responsibility, career, etc., are just inexplicable things, just the product of fear.

My mother, wife and children have all become strangers and NPCs that I use at will. (https:)

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