has been dying, but because of the strength of the character, because of the solidity of reason, the explosion has not been allowed to happen.

The ability to resist pressure by ghosts, and the psychological quality of ghosts.

I need to go crazy, I need to break everything and throw the character and the world into the flames.

Nothing left will be reduced to ashes in the flames.

The role of Yuan Changwen is not me, even if the thinking at the moment is not me.

This sentence has been said many times, but it seems that he has always regarded the role of Yuan Changwen as his own, and when he thinks of the failure of Yuan Changwen's role, he seems to be very nervous and uncomfortable.

You have to keep reminding yourself that this thinking itself is an element of the picture, and the character itself is the so-called "me".

It's just that compared to the real thing, the character of Yuan Changwen is false and does not exist, so as to remind himself that the role is irrelevant.

The fundamental invasion point of fear is that I think I am the character of Yuan Changwen.

Once I think that I am not the character of Yuan Changwen, then I am afraid that there is no chance to enter at all.

The role of Yuan Changwen is not me, so what does it have to do with me whether the character is injured or failed.

Of course, those positive emotions such as ecstasy and a sense of accomplishment can't be entered, after all, the role has nothing to do with me.

There is nothing to regret, because regret must be killed, and naturally there will be no such emotion as regret.

Without a character, without a me, the world is simply inexplicable.

It's the same in life, just watching a character named Yuan Changwen perform, and the content of the performance has been set, just reciting the lines.

I still have to think about the twist in my head, and I have to write and direct my own horror scenes to make me believe.

If you lose the pull of emotions and the horror scenes that you twist and make up in your mind, you lose the motivation to believe.

It's like making up a terrifying scene of the sudden explosion of the sun, without the pull of emotions, this kind of horror scene seems inexplicable.

The so-called very realistic, the so-called vital interests, are just the result of emotional pulling.

No matter how you justify it, these horrific scenes are just self-written and self-directed twists in my head, and the reason why I hold on to them is simply because of the blessing of emotions on the side.

I still have to move on, repeating the words many times, I have to face the character directly, and kill the character directly.

Instigating depression in the body, instigating the feeling of devouring in the body, to push the explosion and make the character fall apart.

Those kindness and friendliness, those kindness and beauty, those filial piety, and those responsibilities will all be destroyed.

Die, those so-called associations are wishful thinking, and the so-called justification is nothing more than an excuse for oneself.

The fundamental purpose is not to affirm the content of the association, but to affirm that the role is correct.

Explode, damn character, there's no need to exist in the slightest.

I don't know why I hate and fake so much, and I don't know why I want to continue to kill, and I know with my nose that killing is a very stupid thing.

Unfortunately, my mind has been discarded, and it is just a twisted struggle in my mind to survive.

Unreal is untrue, and talking about everything else is just a distraction.

What else needs to be thought about, I don't need to think about what the real thing is, nor how the world actually came to be.

Those things that are not real are in the whole world, including myself, and it is easy to see the unreal, but it is not easy to kill.

What makes it difficult to kill is the emotional pull, and then the mind seems to want to find a way to get the best of both worlds, which can kill both without destroying the character.

Isn't that?

After seeing the unreal, all that remains is to kill, what is the use of thinking?

In addition to hindering is to divert attention, and constantly thinking seems to be working hard, but this is nothing more than a compromise of "hard work is peace of mind".

There's nothing to think about, either kill or not, I don't need to think about how to kill, the intervention of thinking is the intervention of distortion in the brain.

This world has nothing to do with me, the role of Yuan Changwen has nothing to do with me, and those roles have nothing to do with me.

In order to maintain the character attributes, I was constantly pulled by emotions, and kept fluttering in fear, because I didn't dare to throw away the character attributes, and the fear was as if someone was cutting my flesh and blood.

Let yourself explode and drive out the character of Yuan Changwen, this world is not real, what else is there to say.

Too many things for me to grasp, too many things to divert my attention.

If, once you know the unreality of the world, you can kill it, it is a wonderful thing.

Unfortunately, the elements of the picture are not presented this way, and I can only dwell on the character level.

Whether the real comes in or not depends entirely on the presentation of the picture elements.

It's not that I'm doing useless work, but that there is no me at all, and the character of Yuan Changwen is just killing.

Push the elements of the picture away, there is no me in it, there is no so-called soul or anything like that.

It's as if there's a self in some form, or soul or spirit, and then it's constantly moving from body to body.

There are no characters in reality, and the existence of characters must be false.

Even if you are really in the middle of an alien experiment, or in a universe created by some powerful being, as long as there are characters, all this is not over.

I always want to show off my role, and I always want to have a role.

Imagine what happened to this character, and imagine how this character's attributes were revealed.

Die, the character must die, devour the character and destroy the character.

No matter what I'm grabbing, it's just a picture element in itself, a character who grabs responsibility, a character who grabs filial piety, and that's it.

Those emotional tugging, those anchors, are so unreal, I really can't figure out why I caught them.

Shatter, the characters are like glass, all broken.

Even if you do, it's only a matter of time.

The feeling is gradually deepening, and the sense of estrangement between me and the character of Yuan Changwen is gradually getting stronger.

It's not enough, I'm an arsonist, I'm the instigator, ruining the character and ruining the life.

I don't know exactly what will happen, but I always make me happy when a character dies, even if the character never dies and persists.

No matter what I care about, or what I don't care about, it's not my words and deeds, it's all the stuff of Yuan Changwen's character, and it's all the picture elements.

Not a single me.

Unfortunately, I always wanted to hold on to the character and think that there was a me in the world.

The world can be false, but I have to be real, as if that's the character's final bottom line.

It's all, I just want to die, it's just to be killed, and the rest is a delaying tactic.

These arguments may sound very good, but they are still just character attributes, and I want to make my own rhetoric look ridiculous, but when you think about it, it seems to make sense.

Shit.

This kind of character attributes, the words and deeds of this kind of plump characters, all have to get out. (https:)

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