I'm panicking, but I don't know what the panic is.

Lives must be ruined, characters must be destroyed, those distortions in the mind, those anchors that are firmly tugged on, all must be destroyed.

Immerse yourself in panic and wait for it to panic.

The character must die.

I don't know if this panic has anything to do with reality, or if it's the character's instinctive reaction before it shatters, I don't know.

However, there is no reason to refuse the things that have been presented, and there is no way to refuse them.

I have to break the character, how much I look forward to my own death, so I will kill the character of Yuan Changwen desperately.

Die, let all these worlds die.

There is nothing to think about, for example, I said that there is no necessity in life, but I have to kill myself.

There is no need to explain anything, there is no need to reason for anything, which in itself is the manic anger of a madman.

Wanting to rationalize all this, wanting to make one's words and deeds and thinking look normal, this in itself is, and it is enriching the character.

As if I was not wrong, as if I had one reason or another, I could convince myself to continue thinking like this.

And at the root of it, fear is pulling.

Breaking the characters, destroying the characters, those self-definitions are shit, and those so-called boundaries are just artificial distortions.

I don't know what I'm panicking about, and I don't need to overcome any panic, it's not real.

Panic or worry, it's all a cross-dressing show of fear, all to make me grasp the fake emotional pull.

There is no need to fight emotions, my opponent is not fear, but falsehood.

When I saw that none of these things were real, the pull of emotions turned into a joke.

When I see emotions pulling at me so that I hold on to falsehood, emotions themselves no longer have the power they once had.

It's not over yet, the characters are still here, strong and alive.

I'm going to keep going, to let the solid stuff of the character break apart, and make the solidity crumbling.

The reason why the character is stable is to step on the distortion in the head, and take these things as real without any doubt.

It's a pity that this feeling won't exist in the future, because I don't know anything.

It's like I don't know if there will be thieves in my house after I lock the door.

Despite all these years, I locked the door every time and then didn't get in every time the thief.

However, that doesn't mean that the next time I lock the door, I won't get in with the thief.

The same is true of scientific theories, as well as of the so-called basic common sense of life.

I'm not omniscient, so the so-called summary of the rules is just nonsense.

"Every time I see an apple, it falls to the ground", "Every time I touch the flame with my bare hands, I get hurt", and "Every time I lock the door, I don't get into the thief", there is no essential difference.

And the affirmative sentence summed up is obviously just absurd.

Not to mention, directly treat the phenomenon as true, then guess a theory, test a theory, and finally judge the phenomenon as true in turn.

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I had absolutely no idea what would happen next, or whether the phenomenon itself would continue.

There is no such thing as an atheist, everybody takes some falsehood as true, everybody is a person of faith.

Believing in God is in the same essence as believing in the linear passage of time, which is to take something that is uncertain as real and have no doubt.

It's just that the number of people who believe in the linear passage of time far exceeds the number of people who believe in God, so it is possible to argue about God without discussing time?

It's all about making life more comfortable, and there are these catches.

Some people feel that they have to trust God in order to live a better life, while others feel that it is not necessary.

That's all.

These words are still untrue, right, affirmations based on countless assumptions.

It sounds good, it seems very reasonable and convincing, but unfortunately it's still just.

The character wants to show himself, wants to enrich himself, and these falsehoods are tools.

The content is not important, as long as it can convince the other party, as long as it can flesh out the character, it is a good tool.

I don't need to remember what I killed before, and I don't need to memorize those words that sound reasonable, forget it, forget it, it doesn't matter in itself.

It's just that I'm clumsy, and it just seems like I can't argue about this topic, it's all just character attributes.

Yuan Changwen's character, how can I continue to treat you as me?

It's just a picture element, not a single me.

There is no me in reality, so where am I?

What am I?

Why is there such a word "I"?

No matter how much I try to fantasize about being cool, it's only at the level of the character, and it's only limited to humble cognition.

It should explode, it should die, the character is not an important thing, and the character is irrelevant.

I don't know anything, so I should panic myself.

On the one hand, I want to control it, but I clearly know that the distortion in my brain is just, just wishful thinking, how can I not panic.

Really, knowing that I can't control it, and knowing that all this is just a direct representation of the elements of the picture, that sense of insecurity still lingers.

The twist in my head is self-written and directed in horror scenes, emotions tugging at the side, and I don't seem to be able to resist it.

If you have the ability, you can fear me, and if you have it, it will happen directly, to see if these horror scenes are really that powerful, whether they will kill me in an instant.

The anchor must be cut, whatever it is.

If you have the ability, let the feared things happen, and let the content of those fears come true, so what?

After all, it's just the characters who are hurt, and it has nothing to do with reality.

I'm not saying it's a good thing to be stuck in some kind of horrible scenario, but it's not a bad thing either.

The anchor that is firmly held in my heart must be cut off, and I must allow these so-called horrors to happen.

It's better to happen, let me see, who kills who first.

The idea that the universe is hostile, is in itself, but it still holds me firmly for so many years, and even now.

To think that those horrific events are a horror is in itself.

It's just the presentation of the elements of the picture, it's just the perception of the characters.

I'm not interested in continuing to control the role, nor am I interested in caring about the role, the so-called role is good, it's just a continuous fullness character.

In this case, ruining one's life, ruining one's life from the bottom of one's heart, is destroying the character.

That kind of pull that doesn't allow just emotion, firmly grasping for falsehood, and using fear to keep me from letting go.

Including the slash itself, the same is true.

There's no character, there's no me, the truth is there.

I'm going to keep going, and I don't know if I'll be able to get over that obstacle that isn't an obstacle.

But there is always a feeling that it is not the character who has crossed that obstacle, but who has actually crossed the obstacle and come to me.

It's still just the presentation of picture elements, like waking up in a dream, and it's hard to tell what's going on.

But in any case, the character is still the character, and even if the dreamer wakes up, he is still only the character in the dream, not the dreamer. (https:)

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