Where am I at the moment?

What does my future hold?

If it had been before, this kind of person would have been absolutely scolded in front of me. If you don't have a plan for the future, if you don't have a plan for the future, what else can you do? Why don't you die? If you don't have any plan, is you ready to mix up for the rest of your life? Do you have a goal? Do you have a direction?

But now, if someone tells me this, I don't feel anything but funny. What can you plan? What goals can you have? Who knows what the future holds? What kind of goals and directions are not pulled by fear?

Obviously he can't control the future, and the opinions in his mind are all distorted, but he has never doubted the cognition in his head. It's as if what you have in your head is always right, maybe not comprehensive, but definitely not wrong.

I found that the environment in two places felt more comfortable, one was the thrill of the roller coaster, and everyone had a genuine smile after riding the roller coaster.

Second, there are hospitals. Although it was crowded and most of them frowned and solemn, there was not much distortion. Even scolding and arguing seems to have become much more natural. It seems that at this time, there should be a quarrel, and I don't feel any awkwardness or anything like that.

Maybe it's an illusion, a place like Happy Valley is better said, after all, it's a playground full of entertainment. But in the hospital environment, I felt a little weird. But it doesn't matter, I don't plan to correct anything, if I don't even dare to admit my state, what kind of killing.

No one is qualified to guide my life, and no one can give me a rule to plan my life. It doesn't matter at all whether other people see things the same way I do. I knew it would be a hassle to speak out, but luckily I was alone now, and there was no reason to hug people in the future.

I used to be burdened with too many twists, and although I still carry them, I don't plan to continue to carry them at all. I don't know when the slash will end, but I don't have any reason to stop.

Think about the distortions of the past, people must have goals, must make achievements in their careers, must buy houses, must get married and have children, must have achievements?

What are you doing?

The so-called "people must have goals" refers to success. Is it okay for me to make it my goal to "breathe well every day"? Obviously, not too many people will agree with it, and it will not be appreciated by my boss, colleagues, friends, and family.

This goal must be future, it must be upward, it must be something that everyone is pursuing but not pursuing, it must be something that can be worshipped by all...... There are so many that I can't remember what other hidden rules there are.

Will anyone worship a person who "breathes well every day"? I will only worship what the mainstream values of society worship, because what I have in my head is not my own at all, but the result of being brainwashed by the empire every day.

Even now, after killing so many chapters, he will still worship those peak people.

Yuan Changwen smiled bitterly, the cold lake water could not cover this bitter smile, even if the muscles were slightly stiff, but it was still a bitter smile.

This feeling is like an arrogant person, scolding the heavens and the earth in a warm house, as if he is the only one in the world who is the most sober. Then, with great heroism and the mentality of not being afraid of heaven and earth, he walked out of the warm house. Outside, the wind was raging, and the temperature was dozens of degrees below zero, and after a minute, the arrogant man regretted it and turned back to the warm house.

The second time, I continued to set off again with hubris, and then came back two minutes later. Third, fourth...... Perhaps, one day it will not come back. Of course, it is also possible to lose the courage to go out, and then stay in the warm room all the time, and continue to swear.

After all, it's also people who have experienced the cold outside the house. When talking about this knowledge, it is definitely more vivid and lively than the person who has been hiding in the house.

Can I go all the way through this snow and ice? It's not just cold, it's pitch black, I don't know if I'm moving forward or if I'm going around the house. Even, if it is advancing, then the last person who walks on the path of progress will disappear.

Because no character can reach the "real", it is inevitable that the role of Yuan Changwen will disappear in the end.

What a ancestor!

What's even more nonsense is that I feel like I have no way to go now, but I clearly feel that something is holding me back, but I don't know what's holding me back.

I don't know what I'm doing, but how can I possibly know what I'm doing?

For example, it looks like I'm drinking from a cup. But that's just what I can see with my naked eye, just what I can understand in my head. In case, just because I picked up this cup, it affected the airflow, and it happened to give the two hot-blooded young people a gust of cold wind, causing a fight to disappear.

So, what do I know? What narrow nonsense I am sure of, what I do, what I insist on!

Because I can only feel such a narrow range, I can only touch such a narrow space, so I can only draw such a narrow conclusion. I still have to take these narrow conclusions as full and true, and my life is so distorted.

Tell me, what else is there to believe in the shit in my head?

With so many chapters of killing, I don't want a good life, I don't want to be smarter, I don't want to get more cognitive upgrades. All the efforts are just to stop believing the shit in the head. And this thinking also comes from the brain of the character of Yuan Changwen.

If you don't believe in the thinking of killing the part, you can, but you can't believe the thinking of the other part. Discard at the same time, then naturally there is no need to think about killing. The point is, even a slash can't stop believing in the brain, let alone anything else.

Yuan Changwen looked up, trying to see the night sky through the lake, but found that it was completely futile.

I have never felt my own narrowness as I did at this moment. It's not that you feel humble and small when you see the starry sky, but a sense of absurdity from the heart. How could he believe in his own brain? How could he believe in the character of Yuan Changwen?

That sense of narrowness seems to distort the whole person, becoming small and flat. It's not at all as tall and mighty as I imagined, and it's not what I always thought, handsome, charming and full of knowledge.

This narrow-minded twisted villain is my true image. Perhaps, in the eyes of the teacher, I have always been such a twisted villain.

Oh, my God!

How generous are the teachers to tolerate me all the time? Think about my high-minded talk, think about the way I opened the altar to my students, it's really ...... !

Noises.

I really don't know how the teacher endured it, I said so many words, so much self-righteousness, and now I feel sick when I think about it.

Alas, twisted villain!