I have no reason to believe that the stuff is real, it's just what I'm aware of.

And this cessation of believing doesn't even exist with questions like "what's the state of the thing behind the wall?" and so on.

But perhaps the best answer to the distortion in the mind is that it doesn't exist.

It's a real problem, why do you have to explain these things, why do you have to think about how to accept the distortion in your head and so on.

After I stop believing, I don't believe that there is something behind the wall, like being sure that I can see something if I walk by.

I wouldn't believe that there was nothing behind the wall, like I was standing there stupidly and didn't dare to walk behind the wall.

This kind of explanation is really laborious, like trying to explain how to, and it feels ridiculous to think about.

No matter how you interpret it, there will be loopholes, there will be contradictions, but in my opinion there is no contradiction.

When you stop believing, fear can't find an entry point, and happiness and accomplishment can't survive.

There is no causal relationship to all this, so it is not for me to achieve anything, but just that the elements of the picture are presented as such.

I don't have any credit for it, because there is no one at all.

If you could really kill it all and throw it away, that would be great.

You don't have to face the struggles of the characters yourself, and the whole kill won't become a tug-of-war.

However, it doesn't matter, they are going to die anyway.

The characters are as tireless as machines, constantly grabbing and dragging, and they are aware of the content, but they have to pretend to be real.

Each time you think there's nothing to kill, but each time you see a new twist.

All of them have to be destroyed, and the whole world, including the characters, will be destroyed.

I'm just aware of the content.,What the hell is arrogant.。

With so many chapters of slashing, I have to keep reminding myself that these are all things I realize, are you so powerful in the role?

Make no mistake, the tenacity of the characters really surprised me to the point of exploding.

However, why do I think the character will easily admit defeat?

Besides, why do I think I can really die?

The urge to die never stopped, or rather, I didn't think I could live anymore.

The more the character struggles, the harder it is to die, but it can't stand in the way of death.

Those who divert attention, those who think something is important, are just.

Without cause and effect, where is the so-called importance?

There is no time, only this moment, why pretend that time exists and live.

All this is just to enrich the reality of the moment, there is no such thing as this moment and the next moment, it is just a connection.

Absurd worldview, meaningless slashing, I have never had any slashing is a beauty.

On the contrary, the false world is beautiful, and the strange thing is that I killed the reality of the world to see the beauty of the world, and at this time I have no interest in paying attention to the beauty of the world.

In other words, it is no longer possible to fully enter the characters and experience the beauty of the world perfectly.

Just like a third-rate actor can't fit into his role, there will always be a layer of estrangement there.

Compassion is decreasing, the distinction between right and wrong is becoming weak, it's all just what is realized, what is sympathy?

The character of Yuan Changwen is not me at all, he should be damned.

It's not that I'm walking in this false world, it's a subtle misunderstanding that is always easy to overlook.

My words and deeds are still just the presentation of the elements of the picture, and I am still only aware of the content.

Constant sinking, constant shattering, there seems to be no end at all.

My essence is truth, and the character of Yuan Changwen is a piece of shit.

It must be admitted that the character is still alive and will still be measured by "for the role", but this idea itself is nonsense.

Without cause and effect, how to measure, and even, the distortion in the mind simply cannot determine whether one's choice is close to the goal or far from the goal.

In other words, I don't know if the so-called "for the role" is really for the good of the character.

Not only is it immeasurable, but the character is not me at all.

Or, before proving that the character of Yuan Changwen is me, I made all kinds of efforts for the role, isn't this crazy?

Die, these words have been said countless times, but the character is still alive.

Even if I think the character is broken, but not finished is not finished, I am still in the role.

Just want to die, only interested in death.

I don't want to describe my state at the moment, because it doesn't mean anything.

Once the time is removed, the so-called continue to slash, the so-called slash forward, these will likewise become very ridiculous.

I have no reason to pin my hopes on the future, there is no such thing as a future.

This moment, this is this moment, I am not done at this moment, I want to be done at this moment, and that's it.

I don't need to accomplish anything in the future, just now, right now.

At this moment, I realized that I was not done, and I realized all the memories of the past slashes, but these were still only realizations.

Put all your attention on the present moment, whatever time is just the moment, and the rest is just background information that exists to enrich the reality of the moment.

And the stuff at the moment is only what you are aware of.

That awareness, and any black truth, can all be killed.

I don't want to explore anything, I don't want to think about anything, I just die.

It's all over, just die, there's nothing left.

There is no grasp, no problem, and no thought.

It's all noise, whether it's killing or grabbing, whether it's positive or negative, it's all noise, it's all distortion in the brain and pretending there.

That's right, it's just that I'm not even interested in killing, and I'm not even interested in thinking about what to go downstream, or whether or not these bullshit issues are presented.

If you can't kill it, you can't kill it, just die, I just want to die now.

Living like a walking corpse, with no ideas, even if fear comes, it can't drive me away from dying like this.

There is no meaning in being alive in the first place, all meanings are artificially distorted, even "life is important".

It's all groundless affirmations, and it's all nonsense.

Those common sense of life will also be destroyed, and the so-called constant occurrence is still just memory.

Whatever the state, it is only the content of consciousness, and it does not prove anything other than the existence of consciousness.

Die, simply die, turn off the power, turn off thinking, all kinds of characters are just.

Fear keeps me from acting rashly, all because the character is still alive.

That inner tension made it difficult to slash, and at this moment, I didn't have any reason to wait until later.

At this moment, the character of Yuan Changwen is about to die.

I'm scared, scared that I won't wake up, but sometimes I'm scared of falling into reality.

This contradiction seems to alternate, fear grabs and then I slash.

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