The distortion in my head will always find an explanation, and I don't have to dwell on the distortion in my head.

It's all just fighting emotions, and the characters can ignore a lot of things in order to ensure their own survival, which is the so-called dishonesty.

Of course, whatever happens, it's because it can only happen this way.

The silence in my heart seems to be unable to make waves anymore, even if it is a quarrel, you can laugh and cry like a child.

It's not enough, the character hasn't died yet, no matter what state Yuan Changwen's character is in, if it's not completed, it's not finished.

There's nothing to say, it's just an attempt to emphasize that the character is correct.

None of this is true, and there is no such thing as free will, so what other people say and do is just what they are aware of, and what I think is likewise only what I am aware of.

The conflict between the character and others is just the dramatic tension on the stage, and it will be very funny if there is a conflict between the audience and the character.

I don't need to continue to believe that I am the character of Yuan Changwen, I already know the truth, although I have not finished killing at this moment.

What does the role of Yuan Changwen have to do with me, and the weird thing is that the so-called me is the character, which is false.

All are going to die, the world is going to die, nothing is going to survive, and nothing is going to be kept.

The family is just NPCs, just a piece of shit, and nothing special.

Strictly speaking, there is no family at all, it's just that I distorted the elements of the picture to form a family, and that's it.

Think about that metaphor, a painting has no trees and sky, it seems that there is something missing, and I always feel that there is something I can't explain.

Die, only die, that is, die, nothing else needs to be said.

Let me hack myself to death, that kind of role doesn't exist in the first place, there is no role of Yuan Changwen at all, and there are no tables and chairs.

I thought of "reverse is immortal" again, and sure enough, there are "reverse" everywhere.

Let's die, and the whole person will explode.

Blood splattered on the spot, the character shattered to scum, and nothing was left.

I was like a madman, looking forward to dying happily, as if I had won a grand prize by exploding my brain.

There was no point in waking up in a dream, but I couldn't help but want to wake up, and I couldn't bear all the things I had to do with the characters.

Garbage characters, tattered characters, worthless, not to mention those plump characters and bullshit life pinnacles and the like.

I have to throw it all away, I don't know what I'm doing with these garbage things, the character of Yuan Changwen is a piece of shit.

The whole world is not real, and there is no need to discuss any so-called life situation.

What's more, all limitations are just artificial distinctions.

It seems that I have always wanted to deviate from a state in which the real distorts itself as a limit.

I don't think I know, any metaphor is speculation, and there's no need to grasp it.

The point is, there's no such thing as working, as if I can determine how reality distorts itself.

But this idea itself already establishes a hypothesis, and the belief that time is outside of reality, and then the question of how reality distorts itself arises.

Look, once you see the hypothesis, the problem itself doesn't exist.

Characters are not used to destroying problems in this way, and characters prefer to solve problems and then enrich them as knowledge.

There is nothing special about fear behind the whipping.

Without fear, it's hard to ask these questions, and you'll be content with "I don't know."

This way of life is rare, at least for as far as I can remember, and of course, I wouldn't have identified with it even if I did.

"The brain is meant to be used", "The brain will rust if you don't need it", "Machines are smarter than people, but machines still need people to build them", these words have been brainwashing since elementary school.

No one is to blame, this is how the picture elements are presented.

It would be silly to compete with the presentation of the elements of the picture.

Philosophy does not exist, it is still just a hypothesis, and once time is removed, almost all philosophy becomes absurd.

And thinking based on assumptions cannot be true, no matter how brilliant it is.

I can appreciate this false beauty, and even praise it from the bottom of my heart, but it's still not true.

Of course, the goal of all this is for me to take it as real and thus experience the beauty of the false.

To dream is to dream, not to wake up.

It seems that traditional culture has been emphasizing modesty, and has been emphasizing the caution of "outsiders and people outside the mountains".

The difference is that it is not because you know more that you are superior to others, on the contrary, because you don't know anything and surpass everything.

There are no characters in reality, there is no human civilization at all, there is only reality, and truth is all and everything.

It's everything, but there's nothing, what the hell is this reality.

The character is shattering, and I am the biggest obstacle, whether I slash or capture, my very existence is an obstacle.

There is no me at all, there is no me in the dark reality.

Be sad, despair, all this itself does not exist and will not continue to exist.

Because I'm going to destroy all of this, to destroy the good life, to destroy all the characters.

Falling headlong into "no role", that fear could not continue to stop me.

The fragmentation of the characters is expanding, and maybe life is an elaborate plan, but now let all the deception dissipate.

I hesitated, as if I shouldn't have woken up at all, or that I couldn't get back into character when I woke up.

Suddenly, I felt a little bit about what the teacher meant by "perpetual non-dualistic awareness".

It's a pity that there are only a little bits, and they are not very clear.

There's no need to guess or scratch, it's not real, it's as simple as that.

No matter how subtle the distortion in my mind is, no matter how much fear whips me, I can't step out of the scope of "unreality".

After all, it just makes me divert my attention, after all, it is just a deception out of nothing, and the bad thing about forcibly distorting it is that it has to maintain the infusion of energy.

No matter who it is, no matter how brilliant the rhetoric is, it's still untrue.

Authority, big people, family members, historical sages, are just a piece of shit.

It's only because of fear that you believe, that's all.

This hand is not my hand, what else is there to say.

I'm going to die, so I'm going to die.

Reality is constantly showing me, and I'm constantly ignoring it, or rather, the picture elements are always presenting a character who ignores them.

I don't know what's going to happen, I don't know where the so-called Downstream is going to take me, or even what is going to happen when it all happens.

We'll know when the time comes, so let's make everything happen.

Whatever it is.

I don't have to pretend I know, but unfortunately, I keep believing a lot of things, and all kinds of meanings that I make up.

Is it hard to get rid of these things?

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