It's like a bad signal, and the whole picture has begun to flicker.

It seems that he can only vaguely feel that he is the role of Yuan Changwen. However, this state of affairs does not mean anything, and who knows if it is a false ploy?

Anyway, I didn't finish it, it was out of falsehood.

Since the unreal does not exist, where is the so-called real, the so-called real that will never cease to exist?

Die quickly, nothing can stop death, and nothing can stop me from entering death.

The feeling of devouring in the body gradually emerged, and it did not become stronger, but it was there like a whirlpool and slowly devoured. I'm like an unreasonable madman, and a word that is not true can make people overwhelmed there.

What else is there to say?

I'm going to die, and I deserve to die. None of this is real, I don't know what else to remember. Including my parents, including my wife and children, including myself.

It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense, but that's how it went. What is true when I am false?

All the fears are the fear of letting go, the fear of the character's departure. But in fact, there is no such character at all, and the forcibly distorted character itself has to be constantly injected with energy to maintain.

There is nothing to think about, and there is nothing to think about. Jumping off a cliff, letting go, dying, that's all. Although this will make others abusive, when will you allow others to interfere in your own life?

Give up resistance, no matter how much you try to catch the character, it's just futile after all, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to kill it in my life. However, it is impossible to return to the way it used to be.

Well, it seems that there is only one way to die.

Putting aside the prejudice that death is bad, I have no reason to oppose death at all. More and more figures flickered in front of me, but they didn't seem to have anything to do with me.

There are distortions everywhere, and I myself am a victim of them. How to live without twisting, do you all sit there and don't speak?

I don't have to explain these things, anyway, I hate twists and hate twists, and it doesn't matter to me what other people do. I wouldn't say that slashing is great, it's just a personal preference, it's a theatrical performance on stage after all.

I'm tired of trying to weigh it up. The distortion in the mind, no matter how you look at it, is not worth believing. If you don't have a distortion in your mind, you're going to die, so let me die.

Fear can really make people tremble, and laziness seems to be resistible.

I'm rotting, but when will it end? Can I really finish this path? I don't know what else to think about, but I'm still in a state of falsehood.

To discern, to weigh, to analyze, how mentally retarded was the former self to live like this? Those fears, those worries, I never thought about why.

Can I only eliminate the possibility of "I think", but what is the probability of this "I think" that all things will happen? 50 percent?

It seems that after doing what you have in your head, you can comfort yourself even if something you fear happens. I've done my best, and I'm not as good as the sky. So, why not let go of the twist in your head in the first place?

And how do I know that "I think" is the act of preventing something fearful from happening, and in fact helping it happen? Judging behavior A by distorting it in my mind can largely prevent thing B from happening, but in fact, it is entirely possible that it is behavior A that causes a chain of events to cause thing B to happen.

In other words, making a choice according to the twist in your mind is entirely possible to plunge yourself into a fearful event. Instead, avoid getting caught up in the event of fear.

I'm not omniscient, and the distortions in my head are just biases, so I can't be sure at all if the distortions in my head are useful.

Is there any truth to be discussed? In the midst of falsehood, in this unreal world, believing in the distortion of the mind is also an incomprehensible state.

However, it also makes sense. After all, that's how the graphics elements are presented, right, like that's what a certain character is set up with.

What's the problem?

The discomfort seemed to have surged in his throat, and Yuan Changwen felt that he wanted to vomit. The whole body is paralyzed, and the whole person is gradually suffocating. I wanted to cry, but I didn't have tears.

What is wrong with me, can I really touch the truth by touching it like this? Can I really kill it?

However, at this moment, there is nothing for me to kill, and although those people and things can still control themselves, it will not be long. I'm not going to let the shit out of my head run wild, whoever it is, whatever it is.

Even if it can be whipped through fear and pushed by coolness, it is still false after all. I am a fake, so everything about the character, what success, family, etc., is also false.

Parents may be important, wives and children may be important, career may be important, health may be important, but these are just personal choices. None of them are real, they are all just artificially distorted.

It's as if I have to choose one of these life events.

It's hard for me to imagine a state of "without me", which should be an obstacle to killing. That awareness has always been there, why can't it pass through the unobstructed thing?

I'm tired, I'm tired of struggling. The point is that this struggle is just a product of emotion, just a twist in the mind that is unbridled.

Does fear really happen? If it happens, it happens, if it dies, then die. Will there be a state of worry? If it does, then it appears.

All questions have a basic assumption, that is, the character of Yuan Changwen is real, and I am the character of Yuan Changwen.

I'll admit that maybe after the fear happens, I will regret it or be painful or something. But these are still just the presentation of picture elements, and they don't exist at all.

No matter what you say, it's just speculation, it's just a plump character. How am I supposed to live? Can I still live? When the shit that occupies my mind disappears, maybe it's when humanity disappears.

But how can something that is not real have the right to control me, or rather, it is all unreal, and what am I trying to control?

Death wasn't scary at all, the fear was just a forcibly twisted thing. It's all just the presentation of the elements of the picture, and the same is true of thinking.

But at the moment, it was as if I was killing everything with my thoughts. If dreams are carefully planned, then my waking is also one of the orchestrations?

Also, the limitations don't exist at all, and it doesn't matter what happens to the characters.