Nausea recurs and I want to vomit again.

Every time you tease me like this, explode, vomit, go crazy.

Maybe I'm the only one who doesn't think I'm crazy enough, though.

Perhaps, others would have classified me as a madman.

The integrity of the character structure also suppresses explosions.

The degree of fragmentation is not enough, otherwise the entire character should not be able to withstand the power of the explosion, and it would have been torn apart long ago.

The current character is like a shattered blast box, still firmly suppressing the spread of the explosion.

What else would the world do?

Unreal things, dangling in front of my eyes, I have to think about this or that.

What do you do when you present these things?

Maybe it's just boring.

I don't know, and I don't want to know.

There is no me in this world, and it is all the presentation of picture elements.

Whether it's a desk, a teacher, or my own somatic thinking memory, it's all just the elements of the picture that I perceive at the moment.

The feeling of devouring appeared again and again, but it just didn't swallow me.

Of course, this also makes sense, what doesn't make sense?

Do I need anything?

Nothing is needed, including slashing, it's all just a presentation of graphic elements.

What is presented, then that's what I need, and only these things.

Could I be wrong?

There is no such thing as a mistake, there is no such thing as a mistake.

The distortion in the mind is misjudgment, and who will judge the right or wrong of the criterion itself?

It's just a picture element, what's wrong?

The characters are still dying, and I can feel it, like I feel like I'm going to pee in a moment.

Lost time?

Wasted youth?

Destroyed a family?

How can a man live in this society without a career and no money?

Look, the question that sounds very reasonable seems to torture the heart directly.

But in fact, it's just a cross-dressing show of fear, dancing unbridled on the twists of the mind.

The twist in my head creates the hypothetical platform, and then the fear that the voluptuous woman dances on the platform.

I was fascinated by the dance, and the fear was so intense that I couldn't think at all, and I couldn't pay attention to the assumptions.

Even if it's very likely, I don't have any reason to base it on assumptions.

There is no such thing as "possibility", right, it was invented simply because I am not omniscient.

The point is that I don't think the "possibility" is my own fabrication, and I am directly pulled by strong emotions, and I am powerless to resist at all.

The discussion between the two gradually turned into a collision of emotions, just to defend their own rhetoric.

Or, in other words, to avoid feeling hurt.

Plump characters, plump characters no matter what, it's all so nonsense and ridiculous.

I'm fed up with falsehoods and don't want to keep thinking, so let me be a retarded and idiot.

Thankfully, no one is around me, and I don't need to take care of other people's emotions.

Can you be deceived if you become mentally retarded?

The idea itself is based on fear, and at the same time, it is weighed in the distorted range of the mind.

I don't know, "I don't know" without fear, just as I don't know if the sun will explode.

In a distorted state of mind, talking about these things is a very laborious and thankless thing.

On the contrary, when you lose the distortions in your head, when you are in a relaxed and natural state, these problems are not a problem at all.

It's like a normal, healthy person doesn't go around asking questions like how to fall asleep.

I don't have the slightest fear of this, I don't care what will happen in the future.

And it seems like everything is good, even though I'm not going to be rich or anything.

Those things that seem to be very important and necessary in the distorted minds seem to have these things to be qualified to talk about the ease and security of life and so on.

The distortion in my mind directly determines that it is impossible to become relaxed because there is no material basis.

This kind of judgment itself is nonsense, just a kind of compromise, a kind of emotional pull.

I'm not saying that I can be easy and happy without any material basis.

The point is, I'm just relaxed and natural at the moment, what the hell are these questions?

I don't know what these questions are trying to say, and I don't need to put them all in order.

At the moment, I am relaxed and natural, I feel that many things are good, and I feel that I have overlooked a lot.

And I don't have the material basis that I once had in my head.

It's just a description of a state, I'm not arguing about anything, I'm not convincing anything.

At the moment, that's what I am, that's all.

There is no cause and effect, and it is not because of "what do I have" that makes it easy and natural to be now.

However, I can't be sure that "what I have" doesn't lead to ease and naturalness.

Let's just say that my state is not like this.

That's how it came about, and I don't know why, but it feels good.

If I had to explain, it might be because I discarded the distortions in my head, creating a void that would have been so easy and naturally emerging.

It's all about cutting the anchor.

Relaxed nature is not a great state, like any character state, it is just a fake.

There's no reason for me to stay here, and the devouring sensation reminds me to keep going.

The falsehood is still here, the picture elements, the limited world, and the unreal me have all changed.

My goal is not to touch the truth, but to kill the character.

Although the relaxed and natural state is good, there is no need to talk about what is real, and there is no need to think about what to kill.

It's as if I can live like a normal person, and I'm still a normal person who smiles a lot.

I couldn't be normal anymore, and I felt sick at the thought of going back to the way I used to be, tugging at all kinds of twists.

Those industry ideas, those latest scientific theories, those fundamentals of being a human being, those magical chicken soup words that don't know what they are talking about.

I despair of these.

Again, this is just a personal preference, not real, and I haven't tried to convince anyone.

All this, it's just my state, that's all.

It's not enough to stay away from the crowd, it's my own twist that matters.

There is no me, no judgments, no unfounded affirmations.

I don't have the slightest interest in how to treat my friends, how to treat my wife and children, and how to treat my mother.

I don't want to defend anything, what is there to argue about something that is not real?

No matter how false is described, it is false.

These distortions do not become true by changing the narrative.

Even words that describe the truth are just signposts, and they are not true.

On the contrary, they tend to be subtly misleading.

By the time I was satisfied with the signs, they had become the most evil thing. (https:)

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