A lot of things are worth worrying about, and that's just for the twists in the mind.

The world is not real, and there is nothing to worry about at all.

What's more, everything is just a presentation of the elements of the picture, and they are all set things.

It's not something that can be acknowledged in a split second, and as the slash progresses, the authenticity of the world, as well as my own, is peeling off.

I don't know exactly what that will happen, but at least it's not a bad thing, because there's no such thing as a bad thing or a mistake.

Even if the so-called character is injured, the character is uncomfortable, painful and sad for a lifetime, it is just a picture element.

I was afraid to throw away my present life, and even though I was alone in the depths of the lake on a strange planet at the moment, there was no fundamental change in my own life, or the life described as my own understanding.

I'm afraid that after I kill myself, this familiarity will disappear completely.

In other words, I'm still worried about becoming a different person.

And part of me, I was looking forward to my own death.

Rebirth, the word itself means to experience death.

The character has to die, so noisy twists, so many baseless affirmations, and emotions that are constantly tugging there, I don't want this kind of character.

It's either me or the character dies, it's as simple as that.

Throwing away the characters, throwing away the world, destroying life, that unfamiliarity makes me hesitate, but it's just hesitation.

I will subconsciously try to avoid this moment, but at the same time I will look forward to it.

Throw away the character completely, kill the character completely, and wake up in a dream completely.

I don't know if I can do it, and it's not hard work and persistence that drive me to keep killing.

The disgust with the twist made me unable to accept the arrogance of the character, and even if I stopped killing, as soon as the character tried to plump himself up, I would instantly feel irritated and disgusted.

The twist in my head doesn't have the right to control me, and neither does the fear.

The reason why the warp exists is simply because of the pull of fear, finding something that can be stable in the wind and waves. But it's just self-written and self-directed.

Wishful thinking, and the pull of emotions makes me firmly grasp these falsehoods, and I can't see that these things are just a piece of shit.

Why, how could I stop killing.

As for whether you can wake up, whether you can touch the truth, that's another matter.

All I can do is slash the unreal, and let this shit stop pretending to be real.

Destroy it, throw away the twist in my head, even though it's the only thinking tool I know well.

Throw away my life, and my future life is completely beyond my imagination, because I don't need to imagine it at all.

Die, even now, I don't need to think about anything anymore, just allow myself to die, allow the character to fall into the abyss and turn into nothingness.

Fear doesn't keep me gripping on anything, and the character's struggles only delay death.

I felt myself rotting, a little scared and a little happy and looking forward to what the character's death would be like, which was completely beyond all imagination.

What will that kind of life be like if it is not distorted in the mind?

Will that ease come naturally, and will you be able to experience the ecstasy of wanting to dance again?

Die like this, and the characters don't struggle anymore, no matter how plump the characters are, they're just picture elements, and they're just pretending to be real.

The road has been cut off, and the so-called character balloon has stopped pumping, so how long can all this last?

Destroy it, the character is not worth mentioning at all, and the so-called way of life is just a memory, and there is no way to determine whether the way of life you are familiar with has really existed.

Mothers are dispensable, wives and children are dispensable, careers are dispensable, and life is dispensable.

The direct presentation of the elements of the picture, no matter how the mind thinks, is only in vain.

Whether it's courage or sweat, it's just a drag show of fear.

There's no distortion to pull the characters, I don't know, I just don't know, even if I'm in a panic, there's still no reason to catch the fake.

Although grasping a false sense of stability can make me feel reassured, such as grasping hard work when I am hesitating, grasping that tomorrow will be better when I am poor, and grasping sweat and hard work when I am slack.

As if this way, you can sweep away that sense of panic or that sense of panic.

Indeed it is.

Unfortunately, I'd rather tremble in a panic than continue to hold on to anything.

Even if the twist in my head was shouting "do something, you must avoid something terrible", I would still stand there firmly, feeling panic or panic.

Let yourself panic and do nothing.

Nobody likes that, everyone likes to have a plan and plan and hope that things will go the way they want.

At the same time, they also want to be in control, and they also want to know what kind of goals their actions can lead to.

The sense of stability will make the character exude a light called confidence, which is very charming and dazzling, but behind it stands fear.

The strong emotions make the character firmly grasp, so that they don't think that they are grasping fake at all.

It's a reassurance, a compromise, as if you can take control, as if it all can be solved by a twist in your head.

There's nothing to catch, I didn't know, I should have panicked.

If I don't know anything, I'm not sure about anything, but I still don't feel panicked, I'm either dishonest or I've already killed you.

Including so many chapters of beheading, most of them are nonsense, all lies, all in order to cut off the "certain reason" of "there is a certain reason", and it is still only a distortion in itself.

The character is unwilling to die, reluctant to die, and it is difficult to imagine what he will look like after death.

It's not physical death, it's death after discarding the twist in the mind, discarding the character's attributes.

I was scared if I was going to be a mess and everything was going to be a mess, but that judgment itself was given when the twist was still alive.

People who are not distorted cannot see these so-called things.

Come on, you still have a long way to go, and you have to keep going, keep killing.

If this world is not real, then just throw it away.

There is no me, all of them are just characters, just picture elements.

I don't know what to expect, maybe this feeling of being almost finished at the moment is just a deception, a respite.

Either way, the characters are going to die, unless I die first.

So, there is no need to discuss whether I am close or far from completion at the moment, whether it is far or near.

And not doing it means that I have to keep going, keep killing.

Then, it doesn't matter if you are far away from the finish line, you have to kill yourself anyway, and it doesn't matter if you know it or not.

And the kind that wants to be as soon as possible, the kind that wants to complete the killing before their lives have changed much.

This in itself is just fear.

To ruin your life, you don't need to know anything, that's just an obstacle. (https:)

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