There is nothing to say.

It's all characters, and it has nothing to do with me.

The success of the character is still just an arrangement, and it seems that my efforts have led to the success, which is just wishful thinking.

Other people's descriptions of me are even more nonsense, obviously just describing the characters.

Anything that defines a character has to be broken.

Go die, what do you have to think about, what do you have to hesitate about, just let go and kill the character.

It's all repetition, and it's just those words.

No matter how beautiful the truth is, it is only an obstacle to killing.

There are too many words, and it looks like he's moving forward, but in fact he's just a coward.

Throw away all the hell, including life, including beauty.

It's just so unreasonable, it's so arrogant and unreasonable, and the unreal stuff just rolls aside.

What kind of reasoning still needs to be explained, what shit needs to be discussed, just throw it all away.

Don't throw it, don't dare to let go, the character is still stuck here.

What is there to discuss, the first reaction of dog poop in the hand is to throw away the shit, not to discuss the shape and smell of the shit.

Ruining the life that should be enjoyed, ruining the characters that should be fascinating.

It's easy for me to reject the negative, but it's not easy to discard the positive, but the untrue is not real.

Those happy and happy still have nothing to do with me, they are still just picture elements.

A character who exists in order to be happy, this is a character attribute in itself, and it needs to be killed.

The shame of boredom is a good thing for me to grab the character.

And where does this shame come from?

The character's self-definition that is firmly grasped, as if it violates it, is a sin that deserves death, or something like that.

I would find all sorts of reasons to justify my actions, and although shameful, they weren't unreasonable.

All kinds of reasons, all kinds of excuses, can make sense, but this in itself is a distortion in the mind.

For example, when you wear sunglasses on a cloudy day, you seem to want to say that you don't want to wear them, but your eyes are uncomfortable or something.

It's just to avoid others laughing at themselves, what kind of person, I still wear sunglasses on cloudy days, I'm afraid I didn't come out to show off.

No matter how I explain it, how I resist, deep down I want to show that my behavior is excusable.

I still want to maintain the character attributes.

I could clearly see the shame in my heart, and the panic that I hurriedly covered up.

What is there to grasp, the character attributes themselves are nonsense, they are artificially distorted.

What is polite, it sounds like it is impossible to refute at all, is there anything wrong with being polite?

There's nothing wrong with that, but it's a deception to take it as real, and my own education seems to have always wanted me to take these artificial distortions as real.

It's a success, right, even now, the shit and the twists in my head still hold me.

Look, education is still very successful.

Of course, there is no education at all, it is just a visual element that is perceived at the moment.

Thinking that I was taught to be like this, I assumed the linear passage of time, which I didn't know at all.

Inexplicably, right now.

Although the visual elements that I perceive at this moment present the whole life and the sum total of so many years of memory and experience, I can't relate anything.

Shouldn't the children be taught first, all this is just an artificial distortion?

It seems that doing so can easily scare the characters.

However, this does not break the character, nor does it cause the character to be thrown outright.

Look at me now, and I know that slashing is not that easy.

And when you discard the things you don't dare to discard, the distortion in your mind will be reduced, and accordingly, the character will become more relaxed.

There are still many more attributes of my character, which I slowly dig out and put them in the sun piece by piece.

These character attributes can't see the sun at all, and the products of emotion are like dark and damp things, which will dissipate directly when they meet the sun.

As long as I'm honest, as long as I take it out, then these character attributes will dissipate into the sun.

Unfortunately, fear has always hindered me, so that I dare not let go even when I see it, and even think about the scene after letting go makes me feel suffocated.

Why can't those horrible things happen, why can't those situations that frighten me not happen?

This kind of "can't" must be thrown away, regardless of whether the content is filial piety or kindness, it must be killed.

That's just the pull of fear, and unreal is unreal.

No matter how beautiful the characters are, no matter how charming the attributes, they have nothing to do with me.

The other party's praise and approval are just characters.

I'm not the character of Yuan Changwen, so there's no need to grab the character attributes for anything.

None of me is just a picture element.

Moreover, whether it is praised or slandered by the other party, it is all set up.

It seems that I have interacted with my words and deeds, but it is still just a picture element.

My words and deeds and the words and deeds of the other party are all the presentation of picture elements.

So, what is being praised and what is being denigrated?

None of this has anything to do with reality, and the elements of the picture themselves do not exist, they are just presented.

You can present anything you want, and you don't need to care about any logic or anything like that.

Character attributes will always be presented, but whether the heart is pulled is another matter.

Damn it.

I'm still talking this here, but I just didn't kill it, I just didn't see my character attributes.

What a.

The false means are masterful, and the tricks, although bland, can always play with me.

The presence of my wife and children was just a distraction, as if I had to do something for my wife and children.

Even if it's not a family responsibility, it's not a burden to carry the family, at least I should talk to my wife and children, play together, and so on.

It's like, my wife and children are here, and I have to treat them at least better than strangers.

Or maybe I should be honest and take care of them.

It's all.

It seems that if I treat my wife and children like strangers, then why should I still be together?

Why live under the same roof?

These are typical distractions, using "meaning" and "purpose" to deny that "none of this is true".

I don't know what I'm going to do with my wife and children after the killing, maybe pretending it didn't happen, or maybe I don't care.

As for how my wife and children will react, I don't know, and I don't want to know.

It's not bad what happens, the picture elements can present anything, but they just present everything at the moment.

I don't have to deliberately maintain the role of a husband or father, I can throw it away and throw it away.

If it suits, I can abandon my wife and children and find a new love.

Of course, if I don't show up, then I am still with my wife and children, and it doesn't matter.

The whole thing became pointless to discuss, the twist in the mind could not participate, and there was a fart to discuss.

You can't determine the rules in advance, you can't create a character attribute to maintain, you just go with the flow. (https:)

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