It's to die,

There's no character, there's nothing I can't prove but still exists, it's just an emotional tug.

A dead man should have a dead man's attitude.

The character is still worried that he won't be able to kill and complete, it's really, I'm worried at will, and the documents are just what I realize.

There's no reason to look for friends, and "no friends" isn't a sad thing, but I obviously don't want friends but I feel in my heart that "no friends" is a wrong thing, and that's where the hell goes.

Everyone is a dummy, the twists in their minds are everywhere, and there is fear standing behind them.

Why should I force myself to be with these people?

Even if "these people" are everywhere, even if "these people" are normal people, I don't have any reason to fit in.

In my eyes, they are all children full of fear, and it is as simple as not playing with children.

Luckily, I seem to be very comfortable with being alone and enjoying this false world without having friends.

Who would force that they have to be friends with NPCs?

It's just what you're aware of, no matter how the character struggles, whatever the character catches, what's not real is not real.

Let me die, let the character of Yuan Changwen be broken, this world is not worth cherishing at all.

For that awareness, these picture elements can be presented as many times as they want, and they can be presented once and countless times, or even exactly the same, without any problems.

In other words, I don't know exactly how many times I've been through my life, and I'm not referring to any kind of soul reincarnation or a different life with the same role.

It's the same character, the same life, and even every breath is exactly the same.

What's so difficult about this, isn't it easy for the picture elements to present these things?

If you say that he is a child in front of an adult, it may be easy to provoke the other person.

But this in itself is an emotional rebellion, and it is itself a child's performance.

Perhaps, maybe no one will be provoked at all, and who knows how the elements of the picture will be presented.

It's all just something that is realized, and it seems like you have to say it all the time, to remind yourself not to get caught up in the role.

That awareness is the key, and the character of Yuan Changwen is just a picture element and not real.

Whatever the characters are fearing, the whole situation itself is unreal.

I don't know why I put my family so high, I am losing my so-called humanity, and I am glad that humanity has been lost.

All kinds of ideas about my family are not qualified to pull me, shit stuff.

It seems that I was also lucky, even though I was far away from the Empire, at least my family didn't rush to find me, as if the picture element was trying to show my slash.

Of course, sometimes it's comfortable to be with people, but that's just the character's desire to gain recognition.

Also, it's easy to get caught up in the characters when you're chatting with people, rather than watching them struggle to survive like you do at the moment.

If you take a closer look, you will find that chatting is just to plump up the characters, and even behind the laughter is the fear that stands, and it is also to prove the authenticity of the characters and the world.

The twisted control in the brain is simply an NPC performing its duties.

There is nothing to refute, nothing to teach, the moment is the completion of the slaughter, the destruction of all.

That awareness is not the same thing as the element of the picture, and if it is not real, you should stand in the position of the unreal, stand obediently and die.

It has nothing to do with the role, that awareness has nothing to do with the role, and the role of Yuan Changwen is irrelevant.

Die, what is there to struggle with, and what is worth fighting for.

It's completely gloomy, falling into the endless abyss, not knowing what the end is, but not feeling comfortable with the state at the moment.

It's like burning in a flame, I don't know how long it will burn, but the source of the pain is that the character is the fuel, and once there is nothing to burn, the flame is helpless against me.

The character is the fuel, the distortion in the brain is the fuel, and the whole false world is the fuel, so burn until you die.

There is no need to grasp any life-saving straw, because the goal is to die.

There is no falsehood to survive, neither can a mother or a wife or children, they are just realized content, and they are just direct presentations of picture elements.

All kinds of ideas about my mother are not true, they are just artificial distortions, and they are all just whips of fear.

Just to flesh out the character, just to maintain the character attributes.

Let me die, the character's struggle will only make the burning longer.

Even if it burns so much every day, every moment is so painful, I have no complaints.

The existence of the character is nonsense, and if you dare to appear, you will die, I am unreasonable.

What life, what happiness and happiness, what life, all have to die.

Otherwise, the character will let go and let himself die, so that everyone will have a better face.

It's not easy to be uncomfortable and painful, but it's even more disgusting to let the characters be presumptuous there and let the falsehood be arrogant there.

Mom really doesn't count as anything, it's just what I'm aware of, and there's no distinction between the elements of the picture.

It's not just that mom is no different from a piece of, but there is no such thing as "mom" and "a piece of" at all.

It really seems ridiculous to grasp filial piety, but fear makes all this reasonable, and this is the ability of fear.

Thinking about the "possibility" that turned into "definitely happening" under fear, and it makes sense to keep yourself busy for this "possibility".

Everyone is like this, which can only show that everyone is in fear, everyone has not grown up, and they are all children who cover their ears and shout "I don't listen, I don't listen".

There is fear everywhere, and I myself am a character made up of fear pulling, and I can't talk about anything.

It's easy and natural, let alone real.

Die, explode, destroy everything, and leave nothing behind.

It's just the content of awareness, so let the content be the content and the consciousness be the consciousness, not what the content pretends to be real.

I don't need to refute those truths, the discussion is over if they are not true, and I don't need to refute the truths at the level of truths.

Not to refute, but to destroy.

At the level of content, there is nothing to be entangled in, just throw away the content, directly destroy the content.

I am the content, I am false, so kill myself and kill the character named Yuan Changwen.

You don't need to think about how to balance life with slashing, you don't need to think about how to use slashing in your life, you just destroy it.

It's suicide, it's destroying life, it's destroying life, and it's unreasonable to burn this shit.

There's really no need to think about anything, there's really no need to hesitate about anything, that's just the words.

But the killing is not yet complete, and he has not woken up yet, even if he has been rotting, and if he is not done, he is not finished.

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