I feel more and more that the world exists, and I feel sick as soon as those reasonable words begin to be spoken.

Far away from those words, far away from those people.

As for the connections, I don't have any worries and don't think I need them.

Perhaps, there are 10,000 reasons to explain the importance of networking, but they are all prejudices.

There's no need to discuss, there's no need to refute, it's just the emotion of wanting to plump up the character talking to me.

All "reasonableness" is just something summed up from humble cognition, is it the truth?

Is it true anyway?

I don't know why I used to believe this so easily, like a three-year-old, being deceived wantonly.

The future or something, there are no ideas, and there are no expectations.

The part that worries about the future has been hacked to death by me.

This kind of life without expectations seems to be scary to hear.

And I think the days of hope that used to be really suffocating.

That's not hope, it's just a cross-dressing show of fear, it's just a twist of a plump character.

No expectations are not the same as decadence, boredom, and negativity, but just no expectations, a plain and easy life.

But I didn't, and at the moment, I was immersed in slashing, wanting to devour and destroy.

It's not that there are no expectations, it's that you want to destroy the world and destroy yourself.

All this has nothing to do with how to live, how to become a better character, just kill is just destruction.

If "if you go against it, you will become an immortal", then it is normal for few people to become immortals.

Everyone is walking in the opposite direction of becoming immortals, constantly strengthening their roles, and constantly grasping the false.

Of course, I can't be sure of these at all, and I don't need to explain anything to anyone, there is no one at all.

The heart wants to break, and I won't stop it.

The feeling of devouring wants to permeate my whole body, wants to devour my whole person from the inside out, and I still won't hinder it.

Inexplicable tears, maybe just mourning the character's imminent death, maybe mourning that he couldn't kill himself.

I don't know, these situations don't mean anything.

Even if it means, it's something that will only be understood when you look back at this path after the killing is completed.

Everyone knows that after the trough will rebound.

But that's something that doesn't make sense until the whole process is done, and when I'm in the middle of it, how do I know it's a trough?

Giving up everything, a lonely killing, is it a great thing?

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Nothing is a big deal, the character stands at the top of the world, the character is sought after all over the world, and it is still unreal.

Whether or not that judgment is a great distortion is in itself, and it is just wishful thinking.

The flame has to burn, and there is no reason to extinguish it.

The distortion in the brain is the best fuel, and every time I think of being controlled by the distortion in my head, I want to destroy everything.

The flames of anger won't stop, because I won't stop the disgust that twists in my head.

Which of these people and things is not a distortion?

Why do people live?

The assumption of this question is that there is a person who is still "alive".

You can only fill in the question, or rather, make up a satisfactory answer yourself.

However, the problem itself does not exist.

The "meaning" thing itself is artificially distorted, and it seems to have to be.

I can't accept the argument that life has no meaning, because that would mean that the twist in my head is just my own nonsense.

But all the meaning is made up, maybe for life, maybe for goodness, maybe for empire.

In the deepest part, fear is at work.

Fear of waste, fear of "no role", will firmly grasp these distortions.

The twist in his head stensed, and fear hid in the corner and sneered.

My opponent is only false, and everything else is procrastination, all in order not to kill.

Consciousness, that awareness, "I exist", what is it?

It's dark and real, there is no time, no changes, no characters, what is the situation?

The history of the world became a joke, and I felt terrified.

When the character is faced with "no role", the panic that naturally arises.

Isn't it nonsense that those scientific theories, the Big Bang, use speculation to pass off as true?

The words "scientifically proven" are not scientific in themselves, they themselves imply pseudoscience, and it is better to use myths and stories as arguments.

Even the simplest of them, "Science has proven that flames burn hands" is not true.

I have no way of knowing if the flames will burn my hand next time.

Not to mention, the assumption of the linear passage of time, the assumption that the law itself exists.

If the law itself is not a law, then when a theory needs to be verified, is it not ridiculous to compare the laws of objective things?

Picture Elements Explain Picture Elements, I always get caught up in this embarrassing binary.

And what kind of absurdity does a person who believes in science feel when he hears "don't believe in science"?

In the past, if I met this kind of person, I wouldn't argue at all, just disdain it and leave.

Luckily, everyone seems to be like this, which avoids the need for me to explain that "science itself is".

Don't say that science is useful, and don't say that science makes civilization progress, is that true?

Will pie fall from the sky?

Maybe, maybe not, I don't know.

This question is nothing more than an attempt to refute the "it is impossible to succeed if you sit still", which seems to make sense.

There are many, many more of these baseless affirmations in my head.

I didn't pay attention to it, sometimes I only found out when I said it, or fantasized about it being cool.

These twists quietly hid aside, not daring to be arrogant or arrogant, because none of them were my opponents.

And if you want to flesh out the character, you have to use the twist, and that's when it's time to kill.

I don't want to go back to the past, and I don't want to remember the past and kill them all.

It's all a presentation of picture elements, what is the authenticity of it?

Come on, explode, destroy, and plunge me into a black reality.

I won't refuse that fear, I won't appease that panic.

The character was about to shatter, and I wasn't even interested in tinkering.

Instead, I'm the murderer, the only one who shatters the character.

My fundamental role is also false, and only falsehood can kill falsehood, because there is only falsehood here.

There are no characters in reality, and entering into false reality is not real.

What else is there to say?

Truth is infinite, and the truth that enters the limit is naturally not real.

Can I really touch the real, can I really become infinite?

But I can indeed slay the false, the untrue, and what is left in the end?

I didn't know at all, but I knew I couldn't escape death and it would all be over.

For only the real exists, and the unreal does not exist. (https:)

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