The character doesn't matter at all, including the slash.

Think about your former self, so many rhetoric, so many people who want to persuade, it's all nonsense.

It's as if you can prove that your truth is the truth by convincing others, but there is fear standing behind it.

Even if the whole world agrees, the distortion in the mind is still only a distortion, and those truths are still only "there is some truth".

I don't need to convince anyone, because I can't prove anything.

For example, I can't prove that this kind of easy and natural life can make me stand out.

For example, I can't prove what industry platform or life plan or anything like that.

It's just fear whipping, nothing at all.

Once you throw away the distortions in your head, you will find that the idea of wanting to get ahead seems ridiculous in itself.

Without the whiplash of fear, it seems to be quite good at the moment.

I don't know what I'm doing, and I don't want to know.

It seems to be killing, but this is still only the content of the realization, what is the importance of it?

The characters are slowly rotting here, but it doesn't mean anything, the real is still real, and it still has no impact there.

There's nothing that can control me, or rather, nothing that can affect the reality, it's all just characters, it's just visual elements.

Kill yourself, without mercy, and the twist in your mind, all of them will be destroyed.

Those beautiful things, those sweet memories, will slowly wither, and the character of Yuan Changwen will slowly rot.

I really don't understand why I'm alive, I don't know what the world is trying to say, and intellectually know that everything is worth blessing for reality.

But at the moment, I was very sad and painful and wanted to die, and then I could finish the presentation of the elements of the picture.

Unfortunately, even this kind of thinking is only speculation, and no one knows what will happen after death.

In other words, the picture elements present me in the underworld, and present the memories in my head about this life, which is still a breeze.

However, the character must die, and the character of Yuan Changwen has rotted and is no longer human, and he will not live long.

When the Buddha sat under the Bodhi tree, did he also feel like this?

I don't know, it doesn't matter, even if all the killings in the world are pleasant, it doesn't prove anything.

The whole world is very lively, look at all kinds of personalities, all kinds of ideas, those different people, low-key, noisy, showy, sweaty, lazy and old......

The bustle is moving away from me, as if I'm becoming the thing that accommodates it.

It's just what I'm aware of, and I don't care about the content, instead, I'm going to kill the character and ruin the whole thing.

I take what I realize as real, and put the content back on the level of the content, back in the place where it is not real, and that ruins everything.

Making life bad or happy is a multi-level thing, and once it becomes unreal, it destroys it all.

I don't have any reason to keep into the characters, and I don't have any reason to believe that these graphic elements are real.

Watching the characters, watching the world unreal.

I'm the one who is aware, the eternal immortal thing, and even the word "eternal" is not necessary, because time doesn't exist.

Unfortunately, no matter how much I imagined, I couldn't imagine a state without time, and every guess would make time transcend reality.

So, there's nothing to think about at all, just die.

The world is not real, and I don't know what else to say, or how many times I have to repeat it.

Only by taking this world as real, only by taking the character of Yuan Changwen as real, can we play well and experience it perfectly.

Just like fighting monsters in the game, the most perfect experience is immersion, making yourself think that you are struggling in a world where monsters are rampant, that feeling of tension and excitement, that feeling of desperate killing, is the best.

And after I dismissed all this as unreal, I couldn't arouse my interest in fighting monsters at all, and the whole state of tension and excitement would disappear.

Even, it doesn't matter if the character is hacked to death.

Unfortunately, I know all these truths, and they are still not a reason to prevent me from dying, let alone an excuse to stop killing.

I can't go back to the past, I don't want to go back to the past, the twist in my head is shit, I have to die, and I feel sick to watch the characters survive.

There is nothing to remember in this world, fear, happiness, it seems to be just like that.

There is no one at all, and the people who fight for the role seem more and more fake, like puppets.

Strong emotions are wrapped, but there is no character at all in the deepest part.

I can't continue to believe that I am the character of Yuan Changwen, nor can I believe that the world is real, let alone believe in the distortion in my head.

Watching others put their heart and soul into it, watching others work hard and be positive, and watching others continue to gain recognition for their full roles, all of this seems to be becoming.

It's hard to believe that the same is true of my former self, who doesn't know "who I am" at all and desperately lives in a hostile universe.

These feelings come and go, go and come and go, as if a dead person is taking on the state it should be.

All are just aware of the content, in order to keep me away from "no role".

It's just that at this moment, everyone else has become dummies, just like actors who are devoting themselves to the drama, and I feel that everyone is doing something, what are they doing so devotedly.

The richer the expression, the more vivid the plot, but it will seem that all this is unreal.

Crying and shouting, working hard, or being as hard as my mother, these have become unreal and have become very.

It's a feeling, it's still just a representation of the elements of the picture, it's still not real.

It's not that characters who have that feeling are real.

Characters are always characters, just a piece of shit.

Die, those feelings don't matter at all, there's no reason to catch them, otherwise they'll just become another character attribute.

Think about how you were grabbing and killing before, thinking that if you don't kill, how can you ruin the character, this kind of thinking is nonsense, and there is no essential difference from "how to achieve success without hard work".

Characters will always be characters, they will always be inconsequential things, die, I really don't have anything to say.

Let me rot, let me perish, let it all go up in smoke.

Including myself.

There is nothing left in this world, and the flames of hell do not distinguish between good and evil, as long as they are not real, then they will be burned.

It's all conscious content, and I'm going to kill the content as a content.

Die, as for that awareness, it's only consciousness, it's just reality.

Just let yourself continue to rot, there is nothing worth keeping.

It seems to be so, but the distortion in my mind is still grasping, as if something terrible is happening at any time, or after it happens, what I thought was easy will naturally become garbage.

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