Tormented, sunk, devoured.

Yuan Changwen felt like he was in a swamp, not as strong as a knife wound, nor as burning as a fire. But the squeeze of the swamp seems to be everywhere and everywhere.

Every inch of skin, every cell, seems to be a feedback of the uneasiness in the predicament.

I like the feeling, but it's hard.

In fact, there is only one reason why I like this feeling, and that is the words of the teacher. It was the teacher who told me that if I felt distortion and felt the squeeze from my soul, it was probably the effect of slashing.

But can you really be sure of this?

Not sure.

But I am really different from what I used to be, I see the obvious absurdity, I see the distortions in my head, and I don't seem to be the same anymore. Is this progress? Is this the effect of slashing?

I don't know what the word is, or even if there's a typo in it. But it's just such a word that suddenly jumps into my mind and lingers.

Are you about to finish it?

I don't know, maybe it's just the first step I'm about to take.

After so many chapters of slashing, he didn't even take the first step?

Yuan Changwen was a little self-deprecating, but he didn't react more. Unlike before, if you don't take the first step, you will feel incredible, or unwilling.

If you don't step out, you don't step out. What's so hard to admit about this? What's there to be unwilling?

There is no such thing as wasting time, and there is no such thing as a loser, so if you don't step out, you can't step out.

I always think that I have to achieve something in this life, or I always worry that I have not achieved anything. Although the intensity of this worry sometimes varies, there is no denying that you are worried.

The tension from the character was like someone tugging at my heart. What am I still worried about? What else is there to worry about? This world is not real, and the character of Yuan Changwen does not exist at all, so what am I worried about?

What are the benefits of the role?

No matter how you whitewash, you always want to make the character better. However, this "better" is only what the character thinks is better, and the "better" obtained through the distortion in his mind, which one is better?

Want to be happy, want to get what you want, want to stand at the top of life?

These things are not real.

Yuan Changwen had a headache, a slight headache, and more of a low shroud like suffocation. Something is squeezing itself, invisible or touchable, but always there.

You can find other things to distract yourself from, but once the distraction is over, even while you're doing something else, the squeeze will slowly appear.

I'm not done yet.

Die, die.

No one can be arrogant in my head, and all the character attributes that bind me must be dissipated. When I was in elementary school, my teacher always liked to use the analogy, that the reason why a kite flew high was because of a string.

That's right, maybe the construction of society, maybe the progress of civilization, must need rules to bind. But in the face of reality, what if you fly high? What if the empire's territory is expanded by 10,000 times? What if you can control the time turn, obliterate the planets at will, and even manipulate the laws of the universe?

It's always a false existence, it's always just a picture element that is perceived at the moment, and there's nothing special about it. That awareness is everything, and it is the only truth, and as for what is perceived, it is no more bizarre.

All discussions are based on falsehood, and all problems exist only in falsehood. Inside the truth, there is no problem.

The false world is too large, and the distortion in the mind is limited, and when I want to use the distortion in the brain to explain the false world, it will naturally create a variety of countless problems.

And I assume that I can solve these problems, and I assume that everything has an answer, and that it can be solved through science and experience. However, all these solutions are nothing more than speculation.

Since it is not omniscient, then whatever it is, it is just prejudice.

Including this sentence.

Yuan Changwen felt that he was starting to mess up and was reluctant to continue thinking. What is there to think about? The whole universe has collapsed under my thoughts, what else can I think about?

Any planning is a pointless act, just a puppet action under fear. Those blood-boiling chicken soup for the soul, those bold words, are still just fearful cross-dressing.

What's the use of thinking about it?

However, I'm not done yet, so why stop?

I can't move forward, I can't walk, I can't continue to kill.

Yuan Changwen felt so tired and tired, and his brain seemed to be about to rot. The feeling of squeezing is still there, and I am still in a low state. This time the discomfort is more than any other moment, is it possible to alternate with ease?

I don't know, maybe I'll spend my whole life like this.

What's important? Why can't we spend a lifetime in such pain?

It seems that everyone will take the initiative to persuade others to live happily, what not to think so much, and what to travel to change their mood.

Shit!

What are these people talking about? What kind of mentality are they persuading? What do they know? Who is qualified to judge that life is to be happy?

These questions may seem silly, but when you think about it, you can't provide even the slightest valid answer. All of them are just self-righteous "I think".

I have no reason to reject this discomfort, nor to abandon this depression.

Yuan Changwen wanted to dig out his heart, and then it was all over. There is no need to be low, there is no need to think, there is no need to slash, nothing is needed anymore.

On the other hand, these things are nothing more than pictorial elements that are perceived at the moment, so what's the problem?

It is I who sees myself as the character of Yuan Changwen, and it is I who associate the elements of the picture that lead to all kinds of real events that are taken for granted.

I don't know what else to do, but the discomfort that follows me is tormenting me.

I wasn't even interested in smiling.

And the killing, but it was carried out so hard. It's like a person in the middle of the desert, chopping a mirage, in vain.

How exactly do I move forward? What else needs to be killed?

Yuan Changwen didn't know how to deal with it at all, the world was unreal, and he would never be able to touch the truth. So, what is there to worry about? What else is there to kill?

What is said and done is the words and deeds of the characters, and they are all false.

Did I just stop?

Yuan Changwen didn't know, and it seemed that his brain had become a mess. It's obviously uncomfortable, but I can't kill it, and I don't even know why it's uncomfortable.

Every time I think of this, I will continue to think that these discomforts and thoughts are all elements of the picture that I am aware of at this moment. It's basically set, how do I know why this content is happening.

It looks like it's because I can't kill it, but is it really because of it?