I had no idea that people like me weren't dead, and they seemed to be alive and well.

Despite falling in the water of the lake, and seeing nothing in the darkness around him, it didn't seem to feel so bad.

My heart was darker than pitch black, so it became a kind of healing.

No matter how shady the content is, it is not as dark as me, and no matter how terrible it is, it is not as scary as me.

Unfortunately, I didn't want any cure at all, and the so-called positivity was simply a drag show of fear.

Behind both sides stands fear, negative and positive, both of which are true.

But without the distortion of the mind, it seems that the emotions have become very pure, as if someone else has slapped him, and the pain will appear immediately.

Perhaps, I am refining the so-called theory again, as if I want to prove that "behind all emotions there is fear".

Unfortunately, this sentence itself is not true, and at most it can only be regarded as a statement of picture elements explaining picture elements, which is still based on countless assumptions.

There is no truth to speak of.

On the other hand, if someone else refutes it, then I will inevitably argue over the maintenance of the character's attributes, and the "it should have been" argument is simply the mantra of this emotional monster.

I'm fighting with emotions, not with reason or anything like that.

It's good to just die, what else is there to discuss.

Drag the character out and expose it to the sun, there are no character attributes that can resist this.

wants to maintain the role of Yuan Changwen at any time, "what kind of person am I" is a kind of imprisonment.

I can change the size or shape of the confinement, but I just can't discard the confinement, because the confinement is the limitation, the framework is the necessity of the character's existence.

If a character is infinite, what else is it called?

It seems very easy to distort words, but fortunately, I don't need any words, even the words of the teacher have to be discarded.

Knowing nothing, those so-called knowings are just wishful thinking.

And don't dare to discard your own knowing, it's just an emotional pull.

Not a single me.

It's critical, and I've always thought that it's me who thinks, that I'm thinking about the consequences of what I'm doing.

However, no matter how I think about it, it's not that I'm thinking about it, it's just a picture element.

It's not that I don't know if the flames burn my hands, it's not that I don't know the results of doing this, but it's all the presentation of the elements of the picture, showing the state of the characters, thinking, words and deeds, and so on.

As I said before, I just remember that the flames would burn my hands, but at the moment, there was a fire in front of me, and the honest answer was that I didn't know if the flames would burn my hands.

As a corollary, I don't know what the outcome of what I do is going to happen.

I don't study, I spend money indiscriminately, I quit my job at will, I'm lazy at home, I don't work hard...... All of this may seem to lead to some obvious situations, but this idea is only speculation, a fabrication based on humble perceptions.

It's also fear that makes all of this take over, and I just drag it as real.

However, this is just "not afraid of life", this is just a life without brain flow.

I have to keep going, because this "me" is not me at all, and this character has nothing to do with me.

There's no me at all, there's no character in reality, and there's something that's fake or non-existent in the limitations.

In other words, the so-called me is just a thing that doesn't exist.

This thinking is presented in this way, disappearing and disappearing, appearing and appearing, and not existing.

The role of Yuan Changwen, this thinking, is not me at all, although I have always called myself so.

In other words, the elements of the picture have always been presented in this way.

The character of Yuan Changwen does not exist, although there are so many memories and memories and various experiences, but the unreal does not exist.

That's what scares me the most, no characters, no me.

Almost all of the fears are for the sake of enriching the characters, in order to avoid seeing the reality of "no characters".

There's no history, and no one will remember me.

Even if there were, it had nothing to do with the thinking.

Maybe I'm everyone, maybe everyone is standing behind the truth, but I can't be sure at the moment.

Among the elements of this picture, only the character of Yuan Changwen stands behind the truth, as for others, I don't know anything.

There is no need to continue to discuss what picture elements, face the "no character" and just throw away the character.

It's hard to accept that there isn't a single me at all.

If there is no me, then who is thinking?

This kind of problem is just an emotional confrontation, just a means to divert attention.

There is no character, it is very similar to the state of death, that is, without this mind, there is no all this.

This world no longer exists, this character no longer exists, this thinking no longer exists, other people's words cannot be heard, I myself can no longer say anything, everything is gone.

The character is still stubbornly persevering, this world is getting farther and farther away from me, and the character will die eventually.

Perhaps, the killing will be completed when you can't live, but no matter what, you can't hurt the truth.

That black reality, no time, has always been there, has not changed, and there is no so-called evolution.

There are no human beings, it's just the presentation of the elements of the picture.

There is no star or universe, just infinite there.

Although I don't know what will happen if I go on, whether it will be a waste of life or a complete killing, I don't know.

However, there was not the slightest thought of stopping.

The previous devouring sensation seemed to dissipate, and I didn't understand what was going on, and of course, I couldn't understand it.

I'm still adding character attributes to myself, really, can I really kill myself?

There's nothing to hope for, and it doesn't seem to matter to me whether the slaughter is complete or not.

No one will be hurt, and no one will profit.

Sweet dreams and nightmares, and when you wake up, you don't have anything.

The point is that when you wake up, you don't have a character, you don't feel anything, and you don't have a character in reality.

Those emotions can only exist in falsehood, because they are only limited.

I'm constantly trying to prove my existence, always trying to maintain the character.

That idea of avoiding being stripped of a character's attributes always keeps me away from slashing.

It's really like a balloon with a hole, you have to keep blowing to keep the balloon in shape.

Go on, even if you seem to be a little loose inside, and you don't seem to want to move on, but you feel like you can't stop at all.

The distortion in the brain dissipated a lot, and it also quieted the brain a lot.

It's not enough.

Even if you are not afraid of life, even if you are relaxed and natural, you still haven't finished the killing.

There is no me, it is all the presentation of picture elements.

I always feel that there is a gap between this sentence and killing.

Something was missing, so I couldn't cross it. (https:)

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