I'm still looking forward to something, and it's this expectation that keeps me back.

If I regard the role of Yuan Changwen as me, I will look forward to it.

Every day is like crawling in hell, the endless heat burns me, but I don't want to go back to the past.

The false sweetness beckoned to me, and I could only feel nausea.

The flame burned very uncomfortable for me, but it was very reassuring.

How did you get to this point?

Don't want to keep thinking, those useless shit, just wishful thinking.

"I don't know", obviously a good state, but it is distorted and set as sad or even sinful.

The standard of judging itself is nonsense, and what qualifications are there to be high there.

Judges are dragged into the courtroom, who will decide the case?

And who will believe the judge's own words?

Death, only death can put an end to this.

Whether it's fake or slashed, it will end.

is just waiting for death, there is nothing to cover up, and there is nothing to hide.

I don't need to correct my rhetoric to show that I'm not a wicked person.

All hatred can come at me, all accusations can appear.

I don't need to satisfy anyone, I don't need to make people believe in me, and I don't need to please anyone.

It's just a picture element, what can't you want to present?

That "how can this happen if I don't do it" is dissipating.

The emotions are still pulling, as if they are laughing at me for not believing in such a simple truth, whether I am mentally retarded or an idiot.

It's a pity that this is just an emotional pull, and I have long seen through the false means.

It's just that in the face of emotions, it's easy to get caught up in the role.

I am the sinful one, the white-eyed wolf, the aggregate of all the evils of the world.

Kill your mother, kill your wife and children, kill all the good things.

You don't have to continue to plump up the characters, and you don't have to say any soothing words, just kill and merge it all.

I'm not filial to my mother, I don't have any other explanations and excuses, and I don't need to make the characters seem less evil, I don't need to.

That is, there is no responsibility for his wife and children, and the idea that if you have a family, you must be responsible.

You can see different thoughts, you can abandon your family at will, you can abandon your wife and children to enjoy yourself.

There are no consequences, it's just a twisted self-directed mind.

It's ridiculous to write a story that promotes a point of view and then the story or point of view is treated as if it were true.

Sharpening knives doesn't mistake woodcutters, really?

Persistence is victory, really?

Be strong, really?

My wife and children must die, and the reason why I don't dare to be irresponsible is just that I am afraid that others will play with me like this.

I was worried that my efforts would not be rewarded, and I was worried that I was just making wedding dresses for others, so I emphasized responsibility.

On the other hand, I worry that I can't find a better one, so I regret it.

All of this is just fear.

What an obvious emotional pull, if it were only a rational existence, these words would have been refuted long ago.

If you can't be sure, you will have an attitude of uncertainty, instead of being like this at the moment, being pulled by emotions and directly taking the uncertainty as the truth.

Why can't you do evil things?

Why do we have to do good deeds?

It's fear, I'm just a product of fear, just an emotional monster.

It's not a personal preference.,It's completely emotional.,Even though it's just a soft policy, it's still an emotional monster.。

None of them are true, and I don't treat the distortions in my head as if I were a personal preference, but I judge and use them as truth.

It's not that I'm choosing what my personal preferences are, it's completely "chosen", and the fear has long been set for the content, and I just passively accept it.

In order not to make me think that I was passively accepting, I used some tricks to make me think that these were my choices, and even made me defend these falsehoods.

I never knew what it was like to touch a table, but I always felt like it, so I decided that this touch represented reality, and that this is what it felt like to touch the table.

It's funny to think about.

Sometimes, decisions are made without thinking through the mind and can be seen as reckless.

Without a twisted balance in the mind, this kind of behavior is identified as reckless and impulsive, largely because of regret.

And regret is a self-written and self-directed twisted in the mind.

If you don't use your brain all the time, then the so-called regret will not appear.

Even if you are in a bad state, you will not use the distortion in your mind to weigh and judge again.

It's weird, and it's stupid.

It's as if something so simple that it's outrageously bad that I can't see it.

It's not good to go to jail, it's not good to get hurt, it's not good to beg, but I have to say, "I don't know."

This is something that the distortion in the brain cannot understand, and it is also a state that emotional pull does not want to appear.

Distortions make me up, one thought after another, one thought after another, constantly using "what kind of person am I" to fabricate a character out of thin air.

To destroy the distortion is to destroy the character, and to commit suicide.

It's going to make life hard, or rather, it's going to take me out of my normal life.

However, I didn't want a normal life in the first place, it was just the madness of a large number of people.

Who's judging whether it's normal or not?

I don't need to pay attention to that, I don't need to explain anything to convince anything, it's just me.

What is the reason for wanting the approval of others?

Is it right to say that you are right?

Or do you need someone to cheer you on?

It's all.

I'm in a bad state right now, and the devouring inside is gradually intensifying, and the explosion seems to have been lingering there.

However, I can't bear to refuse this state, what is there to refuse?

Back to the way it used to be, that's the horror.

The twist in my head is at the mercy of me, and the whole person seems to have never gotten rid of the twisted pull, like a crazy spinning top.

The idea of wanting to leave something in the hearts of others is just "I think" in itself.

It seems that after I finish killing, I can show off in front of others, I can convince the whole world, and I can be amazing.

Shit.

Others are just NPCs, and even if I convince them, I don't know if they are really convinced by me.

Or, just following the procedure, saying those words or some of my words triggering the program and causing others to approve of me.

The presentation of picture elements is the pull of emotions.

My wife and children must die, and I don't have any reason to keep holding them.

It's the same with mom, these are just busty characters.

And I have no interest in the role of Yuan Changwen.

What kind of person is charming, kind, responsible, funny, can support the family, can make others feel at ease, and can protect the important people in his heart......

Let's all die.

Let the flames of anger burn everything, I don't care what happens, it was meant to ruin lives and destroy the world. (https:)

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