After all, I want to keep the character and develop various fantasies centered on the character.

Anything can be my character attribute, where there is a lot of fanfare.

What am I, and what are you, are all picture elements.

It's obviously not real, why can't you throw it away, why do you always want to grab some stuff.

Just let yourself die, die completely, and still care about what role you are, or what happens or whatever.

There is no life, there is no life, all these things will be destroyed, all of them will be turned to ashes.

I'm going to get rid of the distortions in my head completely, and I'm going to get rid of all the distortions in my head, and I'm going to get rid of the simplest of cognitions.

Completely surrender yourself to the elements of the picture and just go with the flow, nothing can't happen.

Of course, the character doesn't want to die, but I don't let the character live to see who dies first.

If you don't understand what you're doing, throw it away if it's not real, and how many times do you need to repeat it to understand.

This world is not real, there is no me, the characters are just wishful thinking.

Let me die, the character's struggles seem sad and melancholy, ruining everything and burning everything, there is nothing worth leaving behind.

I don't know why fear appears, I don't know why thoughts appear, it's just the presentation of the elements of the picture anyway, that's all.

Suppressing fear in response to the content of the fear may just be a way to become a better version of yourself.

None of them are real, throw away the characters, throw away the characters who are fearing, and leave none of them.

All the problems are that the character of Yuan Changwen is a real person, and if you throw away the assumption that it is unreal, all problems will naturally be destroyed.

There is no need to discuss any character attributes, and there is no need to analyze the causes of fear, just destroy the character.

Kill, keep going, even if you can't find your way forward, you still have to keep going.

Because I haven't finished slashing yet, I haven't thrown away the character yet, it's not over yet.

Their pride, their own show-offs, their own responsibilities, their own dreams, and the places that they are most satisfied with themselves will all burn clean in the flames.

The rest was just an empty shell, only Yuan Changwen's body, and the distortions in his mind were all gone.

It's not that I don't think the world is real, it's that the elements of the picture directly present this thinking.

It's not that I think the picture elements directly present this thinking, but it's still just the presentation of the picture elements.

No one me, no matter what happens, no matter how you think, and the fit between thinking and the scene, is just the presentation of the elements of the picture.

In other words. It's not something that can be done at all, it's not something that can be done by thinking hard or meditating at all.

It all depends on the presentation of the elements of the picture, which is so sad and so powerless.

Give up yourself, give up your role, give up your life.

I didn't know if I was supposed to be a club, and I didn't know what I would need to do if something happened.

It is to become a fool, a mentally retarded in life.

There are no rules, no principles, the characters are just thrown away, maybe today is a good person and tomorrow is a bad person.

The state of firmly grasping the attributes of the character seems to be inspirational, persistent and promising, but it is just not real.

And, not at all did I catch it myself, but had to catch it in the whipping of fear.

With the blessing of not being afraid, everything becomes dispensable and becomes a personal preference.

Characters must die, and thinking is simply a needless garbage tool.

I don't need to know what I'm supposed to do, any distortion is based on fear, and the desire to control the future is itself a product of being driven by fear.

And when you don't have fear, the thoughts and impulses for the future, and the firm grasp under fear, are completely two different concepts.

There is no need for any distortion at all, and there is no need to determine whether one's path can lead to the goal, because there is no way to determine at all.

And under the whip of fear, these distortions must exist, and I must protect them with strong emotions in order to face myself in a panic.

But deep down, I knew that these distortions were, not truth, a compromise of fear.

I don't know it, I don't know, and maybe the character has a myriad of reasons for me to catch the twist, after all, it's the only way I know how to live.

Judging with humble knowledge and information in the head, and then ignoring such judgments is merely a prejudice and treating it as truth.

Then firmly grasp these twists and survive in the horror scenes written and directed.

Moreover, he ignores the feedback given by reality, always believes in the distortion in his head, and grasps the distortion in anxiety and fear and does not dare to let go.

Occasionally, in order to avoid the character collapsing, the fear will be relieved a little and something happy will happen.

And then, everybody is like that, so there isn't even a hint of suspicion.

Of course, the above arguments are complete nonsense, because they are all presentations of graphic elements.

Throw away thinking, it's just a useless tool full of loopholes.

At this moment, I didn't throw away the distortion in my head, this is the presentation of the elements of the picture.

If you finish killing yourself, it will still only be a presentation of picture elements.

In the face of this situation, why don't you surrender, why don't you accept your fate?

The key is that even if you don't surrender or accept your fate, it's still just a presentation of picture elements.

Just wait for death to come, let the rot continue, let the brokenness continue.

Anything familiar dissipates, and I'm going to speed up the process.

I don't know what life is going to become, I don't know what I'm going to become, waiting for the elements of the picture to be presented.

There is nothing to resist, because resistance itself is only a picture element.

It is the elements of the picture that directly present my thinking about the scene, whether I am satisfied or dissatisfied, who I like or dislike.

Everything has nothing to do with me, not a single me at all.

All kinds of Yuan Changwen's character, whether it is memory or current situation, are just a kind of fun thing.

There is no truth to speak of.

My slashing is also just a visual element, and it is not fundamentally different from working hard to make money.

The hierarchical distinction among falsehoods is unnecessary and simply cannot be realized, and the judging criteria themselves are only artificially distorted, so what else is there to say.

It's just "I think" that this kind of life belongs to a high level, and that kind of life belongs to a low level, even if there are many people who agree with it, it is only the content of "I think".

Throw it away, destroy it, the character has no reason to live.

Let go of your hands, give up your life, and quietly wait for the presentation of the elements of the picture.

Whatever happens, it has nothing to do with me.

There is no cause and effect, it is not my words and actions that lead to anything, but the direct presentation of the elements of the picture.

So why do I grab these things, why do I have to pretend I know everything? (https:)

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