There is nothing to say, just a simple fall.

I really became stupid, I no longer wanted to use my brain, I no longer wanted to continue thinking, as if everything was not important and there was no need to think at all.

My brain really seems to rust when I don't use it, and I already feel very rusty, as if I have to think back for a long time to remember how I used my brain freely.

There is no need to use the brain, it is just a product of fear, and the distortion of the brain is just a survival device that has to be grabbed in the storm of self-authored.

It's a pity that there is no storm at all, nothing.

The character of Yuan Changwen is not me, so all these efforts seem ridiculous and ridiculous.

is like a third-rate actor who sees the performances of those top actors, who are obviously fake but act so devotedly, and even, as if they are really injured and terminally ill.

Then, for other people's terminal illnesses or sorrows, third-rate actors will not sympathize, because they are not true at all.

It's a weird feeling, it's all just something realized, and I look at evil from an appreciative perspective, like the Holocaust or something.

You will feel that the presentation of the elements of the picture is simply wonderful, and you will not sympathize or think that these are mistakes.

I thought that I would see everyone as dummies, as if they were outside the whole world, instead of the inexplicable appreciation that I have now.

So, ah, I know a.

Die, I can't go back, so let go and die, and fall into the abyss with the beauty of the whole world.

It's all the content of awareness, and filial piety, responsibility, and the like have become shit.

Go ahead, this feeling will slowly emerge, it will slowly diffuse, and you don't need to try to grasp it.

It's like becoming a vampire and naturally being afraid of the sun and garlic, instead of trying to make yourself feel afraid of the sun.

Everything becomes a feeling, and by adding "I think" before a sentence, it becomes all a personal feeling, just like "I feel a little sweet in my mouth".

Now, it seems to have become a simple record, recording all kinds of changes in me.

But it's not clear.,Many chapters ago I also had this feeling of change.,And then I'm still killing and I'm still angry.。

The reality of this world is collapsing, and I am a little scared and very much looking forward to it.

Nothing is unbearable, it's just something you realize.

Perhaps, there will be something tragic that didn't happen to me, so I spoke so easily or something.

It's possible, right, I haven't finished the killing, so it's entirely possible that something tragic will happen, and then in an instant I will grab the character and dare not let go.

The distortion of the mind will find a very suitable reason, for example, the distortion of the brain that was used in the past, although it was not successful, will not be so miserable as it is now.

Unfortunately, it is still based on the assumption of the linear passage of time, and there is no room for further discussion.

And without the blessing of fear, I don't want to continue the discussion, and I don't think about how I can live a better life.

It's not important, there's nothing to refute, everyone is just an NPC, and it would be inexplicable to confront the elements of the picture.

Whether others agree or refute it doesn't have much impact, because the character is not dead, and of course it will cause inner turmoil.

My opponents are false, destroying these unreals, including myself.

If someone asks for advice, maybe we can talk, but if someone comes to ask with a rebuttal mind, then I'd better not speak.

I don't worry about rumors, slander, or being ignored, it's all just something that is realized, and the presentation of this visual element is not decided by a certain character.

It's just a presentation, it has nothing to do with my words and deeds, or rather, it's just a presentation of the whole.

There is no cause and effect, and it doesn't lead to anything because of my friendliness, and it doesn't lead to anything because of my irritability.

These are just picture elements that explain picture elements, and explanations that can only be found after they have been presented.

But before it happens, this causal relationship is, and "I think my friendliness may have done a good job in the whole affair" is just an unfounded affirmation.

I can't use "picture elements to explain picture elements" to guide the future, and the distortion in my head does just that, summing up the historical experience and then guiding the future.

When it happens, this explanation can also be an afterthought.

Without the blessing of fear, these problems would not exist at all.

I don't need to know what I should be doing, and I don't need to know how I should think, as if one is the right option and the rest is wrong.

Unfortunately, none of it was a mistake, and I could never do anything wrong.

It's all just a presentation, including my words and actions.

It's hard to refute some kindness, like everyone is against the Holocaust, everyone is building a good home together, and so on, it's hard to refute these things on the same level.

But none of this is true, and to a large extent there is fear behind these words and actions.

Maybe the fearless will do the same thing, but as long as it comes through the twisting and weighing of the mind, it's just a cross-dressing show of fear.

Natural and man-made disasters, these two distinctions seem to be somewhat controllable and some uncontrollable, but in fact, they are just the presentation of picture elements.

Stuff built on countless assumptions doesn't need to be discussed at all.

I really can't figure out why Shakyamuni would take his disciples, and even if I didn't finish the killing, I would feel disgusted by the distortion in my mind.

It is hard to imagine that taking an apprentice and teaching a disciple is simply unnecessary to deal with the distortions in your mind at any time.

Everyone is not a real person, and there is no such thing as a universal being.

Everything is empty, so it doesn't matter if you are born, old, sick or die.

When I think about teaching my disciples, I have to explain, I have to fight against the distortion in my head, and I have to face the backlash of emotions, and I feel uninterested when I think about it.

People don't seem to want to be real, they just want to be successful in life, they just want to make life better.

That's right, I'm the monster, and trying to wake up while I'm sleeping is a pointless act in itself.

Characters need to clash so that they can grasp something with confidence.

It seems that "for myself" is a natural thing, but unfortunately, there is no myself at all, and there is no one and I do not have the role of Yuan Changwen.

Die, fall, and don't distract yourself from watching your own death.

I would congratulate anyone who is depressed, will others accept it, will they think that depression is a good thing and not a bad thing.

I don't know, who knows what the specific setting is.

Let me die, there's nothing to say, and there's nothing to catch.

Destruction becomes the main theme, and brokenness becomes the right path.

Those efforts to strive for goodness only make me sick, like a piece of shit.

Standing behind him with fear, but pretending to be something else, how can it not be disgusting.

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