The teacher's map is also an obstacle.

Before the slash, I thought the map was very important, and even I didn't understand why the teacher didn't show me his own slash.

But now, fortunately I didn't watch it.

It's so hard to throw away the map, if you look at someone else's slash, can you really move forward?

There's something that's coming to mind, I don't know what it is, and the teacher hasn't talked about it.

However, there is nothing to resist, whether it is emotions or falsehoods, there is no need to resist.

Let them exist, and I'm quite resigned to that.

As for whether to kill or catch it next, I'll see if it's going to be done for myself.

The twist in his mind still wanted to struggle, but it seemed to be on the verge of death, and the strength of the struggle became quite weak.

My theory, my rhetoric, is certainly not perfect, there must be loopholes.

But I don't need to perfect these things, no matter how clear they are, they're just signposts.

Even, when I wasn't finished, I couldn't be sure if it was like this.

Perhaps, after the killing is completed, I will only know what detours I have taken when I look back.

But, despite this, after the killing, I still couldn't be sure that I really came here this way.

Yes, it's just a memory, just a visual element that I perceive at the moment.

It's entirely possible that my existence only began a minute ago, but the memories in my head are filled with memories of so many years, and the scenes match the memories in my head.

The characters are shattering, and there's nothing to catch.

Whether it's a mother, a wife and children, or some kind of shit like life, it seems that the importance no longer exists.

Again, this is just a certain state of the character, and it has nothing to do with reality.

I don't see anything important, I don't see anything that has to be done.

Including slashing, it seems to have become an automatic behavior, like a downhill road that pushes itself down.

On the contrary, to stop or go back to the past, it takes strength and effort.

I was about to disappear into the depths of the lake, like a puddle of mud, at the mercy of the lake.

There's nothing to fight against, and there's no emotional pull.

Look at the puppy at home, if it were an adult, it would have rebelled a long time ago.

I pull the puppy at will, decide the life of the puppy at will, choose the food of the puppy at will, the puppy wants to play and I don't want to go, so I have to follow my arrangement.

Perhaps, the puppy is showing, what is called surrender and resignation.

But I wouldn't agree, it seems that the twist in my head immediately starts to rebel as soon as I think of myself in this state.

Why?

Why?

Resistance is the pace of human civilization, and what is born as a human being, what is not free and would rather die and so on.

Is there something wrong?

No, but it's just a man-made distortion, it's just an emotional pull, and it has nothing to do with reality.

I'm saying, must you obey someone else's bullying?

I'm saying, do you have to resist the bullying of others?

Nothing is said, it's not about becoming a better version of yourself, it's not about seeking a better life.

It's just destroying lives, it's just something that makes people crazy.

However, after the madness, it was as if hell had been walked through.

Mixed with anger, he kept running forward, and the flames of hell scorched the characters, and the fake things couldn't withstand the burning, and all dissipated.

So, it was quiet.

Of course, his own life was ruined.

Or rather, judging by the distortion in the mind, life is ruined.

It's still the same, there is no distortion in the mind, and the kind of question like "how should I deal with someone who bullies me" and so on, no longer appears.

People who don't have arms don't ask how to move their hands, and that kind of problem doesn't bother.

Without the distortion of the mind, the same is true, and the big, esoteric, and difficult to decide problems that were once big no longer exist.

As the distortion in my mind dissipated, so did the problem.

It didn't solve the problem, because I didn't know the problem at all, and I didn't know the answer to the problem.

That's why it's not about becoming a better version of yourself, it's not about finding a better life.

It doesn't make me more attractive, it doesn't make me more attractive, it's just that someone who doesn't know is content with "I don't know".

It's still just fake, but this kind of cleanup seems very comfortable.

I don't want the twist in my head anymore, it's not the anger and hatred I used to have, it's just that I don't want to.

It's like seeing dog shit on the side of the road, and you don't want to keep looking.

In the previous state, it seemed that these shit were on the body, and I wanted to discard it while holding on to it.

The reason for the grasp is that fear is pulling, and fear makes me afraid to let go.

And anger, on the one hand, is the hatred of falsehood, and on the other hand, the anger of not daring to let go of oneself.

Is the reason for the catch really because of fear?

The thought flashed through me again, and I knew it wasn't true, but I had to say something.

A life of despair, so quiet, so comfortable, that there seems to be little opportunity to quiet the mind.

Non-stop thinking, constant thinking, all kinds of scenes, all kinds of important things in the future.

None of them exist anymore, and I don't even have an interest in paying attention.

Of course, there are many more twists in the mind, but it is good to kill slowly.

There was fear everywhere, and I never felt it like I was now.

All kinds of words, whether inspirational or passionate, have a deep fear behind them.

Isn't it fear how many years it takes for bamboo to grow in the ground, and then how quickly it rises every year?

It seems to be able to soothe the panicked heart now, but why should it be appeased?

It seems that, in the midst of panic, there is something to grasp, so you can make yourself a little more at ease.

For example, at the moment, I am panicking about money, about life, about being a loser, and then, these words seem to be able to reassure me that I just haven't succeeded for the time being.

However, it is entirely possible that it will never succeed.

Cut off the inner tug, cut the distortion in the mind, and these panics will naturally not exist.

Perhaps, others like this kind of panic, and others like this state of struggling in the trough and enjoying themselves at the peak.

What is there to interfere with?

It's all fake, it's all roles, and I don't have the slightest opinion on what kind of state the characters are.

None of the character states are advanced, and none of the character states are low, just distorted in the mind.

It's all picture elements, and there's no difference in nature.

Rotten to a certain point, there seems to be nothing special, and after the pull of the inner entanglement emotion does not exist, it seems that there is no resistance to rot.

The idea that "I have to live, I have to keep all this from being destroyed" no longer exists.

Quiet death, in the depths of this lake.

There is no one else, and there is no oneself, just as all this does not exist in itself. (https:)

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