And to go on, and to die.

There's no reason to stop, even if it's to think, or to find some kind of nonsense excuse.

All of them have to be thrown away, those character attributes, those human characters that radiate light, are just artificial distortions.

The picture elements are not real, just throw them away, what else is there to discuss.

I don't know what I'm doing, what it takes to think about it, what to think about suicide?

No matter what state the character is in, it's still just a picture element.

The character is filial, which is not real.

The characters are not filial, which is still unreal.

What life needs, what traditional morality, are not true.

I don't need to talk about what characters are better, or how to make them stronger, and get away with them for the rest of my life.

That kind of thinking itself is fear, and it is still just a distortion in the mind, and isn't it a man-made distortion that "strong can be free"?

Humble knowledge and narrow cognition make me only believe that "if you are strong, you will be free, and if you are not strong, you will inevitably be bullied and blocked everywhere", which looks like the truth, but it is still just a distortion in my mind.

Poor brains, poor minds, can only go around in humility and narrow-mindedness.

Those cool fantasies, those fearful scenes, are still so unoriginal.

It's either omniscient or prejudiced.

Destroy the characters, throw away the screen elements, and there's nothing to talk about.

The characters have nothing to do with me, the world has nothing to do with me, they are just the presentation of picture elements, and they are not real.

Perhaps, I can't kill it at all, it's all just a loser's escape, and I can't kill and finish and I can't do something.

Like death, it slowly dissipates in this world.

Characters don't have any merits, they don't get any attention, and they can't accomplish anything on their own.

Falling into the darkness, breaking yourself and having nothing to crest.

Look at the character of Yuan Changwen, he is a garbage who has achieved nothing, he can't be killed and completed, and he can't get worldly achievements, he is a complete garbage.

There will be no glory, there will be no brilliance, and the characters will not be real.

Death, on the other hand, is the only way to return, and all the things that the character firmly grasps will dissipate and be destroyed.

Maybe you really will achieve nothing, and then look at the world stupidly, dazed and overwhelmed.

The distortion in the mind can no longer dominate, and any so-called plan is nonsense.

I don't continue to grab anything in the emotional tug, because that only makes me more disgusted.

Without a role, all the pride and all the shining points of Yuan Changwen's character will be completely destroyed.

I felt uncomfortable with my own idleness, as if the twist in my head was always trying to get me to do something, at least pretending to be trying was a good soothing.

However, I stayed away from all the conclusions that I had distorted in my mind, and I didn't discuss or touch them, and I just threw away my prejudices.

This state is a bit weird, as if I should have done nothing, but I panic about this idleness.

In the end, there will definitely be a move towards idleness, because behind this panic of doing nothing, there is fear standing behind it.

Thoughts such as "something must be done to ensure a safe future" are themselves a twist in the mind, using the blessings of fear to disguise themselves as truth.

Luckily, I didn't have to convince anyone, and I didn't have the company or help of anyone else.

Otherwise, you will face a series of emotional confrontations.

The impact of not achieving anything is so great, but so what, the character is still going to die, and I will continue to kill.

It's all a presentation of picture elements, there are no pros and cons and no harm, and the characters are just characters no matter what.

I can't help but feel happy when I think that the characters are just a vehicle for me to play freely, and that I can experience all kinds of dualistic worlds with arrogance.

It's not enough, it's not a reason to stop, and to keep killing.

Shrouding yourself in the shadow of death, it is not some sadness and depression, but a kind of shelter, shelter from the little cutie of death.

There are too many unrealities around me, and the distortions in my mind are all, and the blessing of emotions makes these seem to be presentable.

There are character attributes everywhere, fear everywhere, and I can't stop slashing with those two things alone.

Only the death of the character can end it all, it's simply a thing of the graphic elements, don't pretend to be real there.

It's not enough to surrender to the elements of the picture, it's just a way of life for the characters, a way to use the characters easily and naturally.

The character has to die, that awareness is always there, and the rest is a picture element, a dispensable thing.

It doesn't matter if the characters are fantasy or not, and whether the characters surrender or not, they are all unreal.

I was confused, I didn't know what to do, the twist in my head was urging me to grasp something, and I knew I should be lost.

But this feeling is not pleasant, like exercising muscles, and the sourness really can't make people smile and say they like it.

It seems that nothing has become unknown, and even the slash itself has become blurred.

What is this world, I don't know.

What Yuan Changwen's role is, I don't know.

No matter what character attributes the character wants to express, they are all unreal.

Destroy the character, ruin the life, burn it clean, and nothing will be left.

There's nothing to be afraid of, or rather, it's not at all that I decide whether to be afraid or not, it's whether or not the elements of the picture show the characters in fear.

There's nothing to say in the first place, kill the characters, kill yourself, that's all.

There is no obstacle at all, and there is no obstacle to suicide.

All the obstacles are caused by "not wanting to die", and there is no difficulty or transcendent thinking at all.

It's not something that only smart people can do, it's not some kind of wisdom or some hellish new term, it just needs to be honest to the point of cruelty.

The old life will leave me, and the familiar pattern of life will disappear, let alone the state of not having to think.

All of this happens, and after the character dies, it will inevitably happen.

I want to smash everything, but I don't have the momentum, it really seems that I am just waiting for death.

The horror scenes of the characters are nothing at all, they are still just screen elements.

Only after I take the role of Yuan Changwen as my own will a series of problems arise.

However, I was never able to throw away the visual elements, and the characters were still struggling, and it wasn't over yet.

Characters who don't achieve anything are still just characters, and I don't understand why characters have to keep enriching themselves and expanding their attributes.

This world is not real, so what exactly is arrogant.

Fear makes all of this very reasonable, but I've always cared about the content of the fear, not the fear itself.

Thinking about the origin of fear, it is completely self-written and self-directed twisted in the mind, and it is nothing.

If you think about it, if you don't have fear, you will find that no matter how much you hide it, your character is made of fear. (https:)

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