This faint fearlessness feels so good.

Not like the ecstasy of not being able to help but dance, but a faint fearlessness, a calming sense of contentment.

There doesn't seem to be anything to worry about, nothing to worry about, and the problems that have been bothering me for a long time have become no longer a problem.

I didn't address these issues, I just became "I don't know" them, and I didn't get overwhelmed by emotions when confronted with them.

If you ask me about the future, I still can't get a valid answer.

It's just that I'm not pulled by fear, and I don't care what will happen in the future.

Not to solve the problem, but to destroy the problem.

These questions about the future, like "when is the best time for me to," or, "how should I sleep," are still there, but there is no urge to answer them at all.

It doesn't interfere with me in any way, and I lose my emotional blessings, and these problems seem like idiots.

"What are your plans for the future", I don't know, "how can you not know, play easily now, and then the reality will slap you in the face and see what you do." ”

"What are your arrangements for sleeping", I don't know, "how can you not know, you don't know how to sleep how you want to sleep, now you don't care about this problem, when the time comes, insomnia depends on what you do." ”

Is there any essential difference in this?

I lost most of my knowledge, or rather, I killed most of it on my own initiative.

Perhaps, for a certain kind of work, it requires a lot of knowledge, but that is just a picture element to explain the picture element, and it is not real at all.

There is nothing I can do about the world as it is, but "whether it can be changed" does not affect the reality of the world.

The distortion in my brain is still there, and it still affects me.

What the hell, the distortion in the head, this is simply something not worth believing at all, even if you don't discuss what the real characters in the world are real or something, the distortion in the brain should be thrown away.

So many chapters have passed, and the distortion in my mind is still arrogant, I really admire myself very much, even if it is a pig, it should be clear.

Let's die, this is just the beginning, I have already learned the strength of the character, no matter how overestimated, it is not overestimated.

Keep going, keep slashing, keep killing yourself.

The falsehoods that are firmly grasped, the ideas about what you have to do, are all.

Do I have to be filial to my parents?

Do I have to take responsibility for my wife and children?

And, if I don't, it seems like I'll have to take care of the consequences.

But how do I know there will be these consequences?

And, why is fear so unbridled over me?

all have to die, without the role of Yuan Changwen, there will be no problems.

Die, no one can stop me, and those who can stand in front of me are only the next targets to be destroyed.

All the character attributes make up the character, and the tension of "can't happen" is that the character is grasping the false and also grasping himself.

If everything is left to happen, what is the role?

Without me, the role of Yuan Changwen is just a presentation of picture elements, no different from thinking and scenes.

Thinking of those words that are "used for life", it's just nonsense, how can there be any life?

It's the fear behind it, it's the twist in the head that's working.

The character must die, die completely, there is nothing to say.

I'm not done yet, keep going.

I've said the words countless times over and over again, but I can't do these things at all.

It's disgusting to be caught up in the absurdity of the characters at all times, to hold on to the false at all times.

The picture elements are presented like this, and I can't help it, but I still hate the characters.

There is no such thing as a true self, the character is fake no matter what, and even after the kill is completed, the character is still a picture element.

It's so hard to make a character die, but it's no reason to stop either.

There's no insistence, it's just that the characters hate the fake.

Unreasonable slashing, allowing yourself to fall into decay, letting the devouring sense completely destroy yourself, nothing will survive.

There is no humanity, no good or evil, like a puppet to go downstream.

Is it a good life?

I don't know, but that faint fearlessness at the moment is really great, and I can't find any reason to go back to the way I used to live.

Maybe you can use what kind of chic life, or struggle for a bloody life, or a life that strives to live up to the time, etc., to describe the ups and downs of life.

But these only make me feel sick.

The twist in my mind was constantly controlling there, and I was afraid that the bewitching woman would be arrogant, so I didn't want to go back to that life.

And now, I'm not done yet, and I'm going to keep going.

I don't know exactly what kind of life the character will be in.

However, the only thing that is clear is that after slashing the distortion in the mind, that kind of judgment such as fear and regret will not appear again.

Other people's comments are like scratching my boots, and they have no effect at all.

No matter how authoritative a person is, he has become as easy to deceive as a fool in my eyes.

Don't say anything, let's look at the hypothesis that objective things really exist and the hypothesis that time passes linearly, and then let's talk about something after removing these two assumptions.

Then you will find that there is no way to discuss it at all.

Those authority figures, who are themselves, words based on countless assumptions, what is there to believe?

Even, the words spoken by people who have already been killed, such as teachers, are still not true.

Or rather, I can't be sure of its authenticity at all.

Luckily, I didn't need to trust the teacher at all, I just had to be honest to the point of being cruel.

It seems that you don't need to determine what is real at all.

When one's own judgment is uncertain, one should have an attitude of uncertainties.

For example, since I can't be sure whether objective things really exist or not, then I should have an uncertain attitude towards objective things, instead of directly pretending to be true.

This process seems to be a killing.

Anyway, the character can't touch the real thing, but the character can kill himself and kill the false.

The rest, it's just speculation.

What I want to do is to kill the character attributes, cut the distortion in my head, and cut the anchor that is firmly held.

So, there is no need to discuss what is true at all, just be an honest person.

Deal with these uncertainties with an honest attitude, rather than grasping them directly and passing them off as real with emotion.

Having said so much, I am still here, still falling, and still in the role.

However, it is not long ago, or rather, it seems that sooner or later time no longer affects me.

The only thing that can be determined is this moment.

Since there is only the present moment, the idea of the existence of the past and the future will be discarded, or rather, it will be clear that these are only the visual elements that are perceived at the moment.