"I'm your mother, how can you do this?"

There are too many such words, and it is clear that they are distorted in the mind, and they think they are true but are not approved by others at all.

And the distortion that too many people agree with seems to be taken as true, and then it is surprising that someone can disagree.

So, all kinds of questioning and abuse.

Those wonderful love stories are still just theatrical performances on stage.

No matter how bumpy, no matter how many difficulties are overcome, this state of acting according to the twist of the mind is not worth grasping at all.

Why can't you just go with the flow?

Why does it have to be a role?

Personal preference, I just hate who I used to be, that's all.

These days, these twists make me sick.

Perhaps, those touching love stories, those sweet moments, will still move me and cry.

However, none of this is true.

It's a weird contradiction, I know it's unreal, and I hate the twists in my head, but I still cry over certain episodes.

The emotions were firmly grasped and twisted, forcing me to not dare to let go at all, and all emotions were just cross-dressing with fear.

My status doesn't matter, and it doesn't matter.

No matter how weird or contradictory my state is, it's all the character's stuff.

There is no need to discuss my state, and it is pointless to summarize a theory that makes sense.

"How can you be moved by distortions if you hate them?"

I don't know, and I don't want to know, this explanation is just to convince others that I am in this state.

It's already in this state, is there any explanation left?

My wife and children are in front of me, what bullshit responsibilities, what nonsense necessary, all of them are artificially distorted.

However, wives and children are not strong, and nothing is strong.

It's just a false means, like a tulle thing, which can easily be burned.

Then, let the tulle burn more violently and break more quickly.

I'm not interested in how things turn out because I know it's not under my control.

The only trouble is that I'm also one of the elements of the picture, and that absolutely neutral observer may only have that awareness.

It's not that "I don't move" is going with the flow, it's just another twist.

I don't control it, but I do something, follow the flow, do things that seem to be controlling but are actually just going downstream.

None of the parts of the machine think they control anything, they just move together.

The movie characters don't control anything, they just present it that way.

Whether it is downstream or countercurrent, it is the presentation of picture elements, and in this way, the so-called fate cannot be escaped at all.

Because, no matter what, it is fate, and nothing is not fate.

Even, the so-called rebellion against fate is also fate.

The fate in that kind is just a powerful rule.

Challenging the rules and defying fate are completely different concepts.

When it comes to fate, it can be frustrating to seem unable to resist.

But on the other hand, no one knows what the so-called fate is, so there is an illusion of free will and everything is in your own hands.

It's like "it's all a representation of the elements of the picture", it's just a description.

The same goes for "fate is irresistible".

No one knows what the elements of the picture "will" present, and no one knows what fate "will" be.

I only know what the elements of the picture present at this moment, only what has happened to fate.

Accepting one's fate is not the same thing as having some kind of negative setting for the future.

I can never stand in that position of awareness, and the so-called awareness of the present moment, I am already the content of awareness.

How is it possible for this mind to stand in that position of awareness?

That awareness is everything, how can one be confined there?

There are no characters in reality, and they will not touch reality because of what the characters are.

The teacher told me that slashing can touch reality, but I don't know if it's true or not, although I did it with that mindset at first.

Now I find that the state of the character has nothing to do with reality.

The picture elements present "I have been killed all my life, but I still haven't touched the truth", what's not to do?

Is there anything wrong with presenting "Everyone touches the truth by slashing, but I can never succeed"?

Truth is not a good thing in the first place, and this limited world is inherently a rejection of reality.

There is no deception, all is presentation.

The biggest misleading thing is to make me mistakenly think that I am me, and make me mistakenly think that I am the character of Yuan Changwen.

I thought there was a me, walking in this world, thinking in this world.

This thought is not mine, but I have never been able to throw it away, and I have protected it with strong emotions.

Unreal is unreal, and as long as you see it, you can't continue to pretend to be real.

Even if the emotions continue to pull, it is only temporary.

There's nothing great about slashing, nothing is great, it's just the presentation of the elements of the picture.

You can make money, you can be kind, you can work hard, you can kill, there is nothing you can't do.

I also feel very inexplicable about this kind of thing, why I feel devoured, why the authenticity of the character is being shattered.

It looks like it's because of my own slashing, but I don't believe it at all, because it's just a picture element explaining the picture element.

It has nothing to do with reality.

Those truths, those words that sound super-good, affirm what they affirm and negate themselves.

They are all about their prejudices and limitations.

This kind of thing is not real in itself.

Even if you agree with the "life first" of a large number of people, is it true?

Nothing is more "supreme" than life?

Right, these baseless affirmations have themselves been denied.

There's nothing to believe, or rather, just believe it all, it's anyway.

Let it go, and just die.

Can the shattering of a character be reversed?

I don't know, and I don't want to know.

There are still many distortions in my mind, and although those people and things dare not be arrogant, I know that they are still there.

There are even people and things that I can't even think of.

There's nothing to think about, I'm not done yet, it's not over yet.

More and more looking forward to death, more and more like this devouring.

There is no distortion in the mind, no motivation, no enthusiasm and no negativity, as if everything is the way it is.

There will be no speculation because of delusion, no trembling because of fear, no cause and effect, no time, and it can only be the way it is now.

Nausea and discomfort became the main theme, which went against the progress of human nature, but gradually liked this kind of progress.

I loathe myself, I hate twisting, I hate the whole world.

But they wept over some distortions.

Characters shouldn't exist, and kindness still disgusts me.

Unreal is unreal, and there is no reason to talk about it. (https:)

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