I don't want to move, I don't want to see, the world doesn't seem to have anything to do with me.

The entertainment is not as exciting as it used to be, and it seems that there is no interest in it other than killing yourself.

What a curse, if there is hell, then this should be.

The rot inside is spreading, and the gloom that pervades the whole body seems to surpass all sadness.

The night gradually became my paradise, quiet and roleless, like a molecule of the air is much more relaxed.

Those industry updates, those data tables, and those conceptual cognitions are like heavy anchors, not only dragging the ship of life, but also the air.

Not the slightest move.

I'm rotting, I'm collapsing, the role of Yuan Changwen is about to dissipate, and it will inevitably dissipate.

The unreal does not exist, and the real never ceases to exist.

That awareness is everything, and there's nothing to say about it. Anything is just a twist in the head, and anyone who is honest can agree with that.

Fear still haunts me, and it's not the fault of the bewitching woman, it's just a false trick and a trick. As long as the slash is not completed, then there will inevitably be fear.

Because this is the method that puts me to sleep, this is a distortion that is deliberately created at all costs. All of this is for the sake of me to sleep, for the presentation of "me".

There is no me at all, and if falsehood does not exist, then I do not exist either. And fear is what makes me constantly flesh out the characters to protect this thing from being easily broken.

Strong emotions are the umbrella, and the pursuit of beauty, standing on one side of the duality, those showing off vanity and struggle, etc., are just for the fullness of the role.

Too many moves, too many tricks, you have changed everything except one thing that can't be changed.

I know you're there, trying to put me to sleep. I know you're on top of things, but you're just doing repetitive mechanical operations.

You don't have emotions, you don't have thoughts, or rather, you're not enslaving me. On the contrary, you are my assistant, my ally, and the good guy who helps me to maintain my limitations.

However, if you get the good guy card, you should get out!

Die, there is no reason for existence in all this, falsehood is falsehood. Even if it is very meaningful, even if it has more truth, it is just not true.

When did he have distanced himself from society. Or rather, society is already unable to influence me in my head.

What is the so-called society? No matter what the explanation, no matter how brilliant the answer, it is all just speculation, just wishful thinking.

Slashing, called extreme, called drilling, called "what's the point...... I don't know what the point is, and I don't even know how it all started.

Do you take the initiative or is it fate?

Can the past really affect the present?

Is my personality really related to the past?

It's not "it's all perfect," it's not "it's all the best arrangement," it's "it's all going to happen this way." ”

The pictorial elements that I perceive at the moment are all and everything, and how can I fight against these pictorial elements? Even the confrontation itself is only a pictorial element, so what is it?

What else?

The elements of the picture have been presented, and there is no way to resist it. Strictly speaking, there is no such thing as rebellion against that person. The character of Yuan Changwen is a picture element, no matter what he does, it is also a picture element, who is resisting?

Everything can only be like this, there is no cause and effect, there is no passage of time, it is just as it is perceived at the moment. That's it, those so-called possibilities are just illusions.

Explaining picture elements with picture elements, although it is conducive to the understanding of the characters, is only to stabilize the heart. Reassure the heart that has already sensed that something is wrong, as if there is no point in thinking about these obvious things.

It really doesn't make sense, the playground is for fun, not to see through all the rides is just. There must be costumes for the characters on stage, and out-of-line costumes must ruin the stage and the characters themselves.

There will not be a character without a costume on the stage, what will he play after all, the role itself is false. And to kill is to commit suicide.

Those words, those truths, all the shit that controls my head, don't deserve to be in my head. Those family members, those emotions, and those sweetness are also not qualified to influence me.

Will the flames burn me? I don't know. It sounds ridiculous, but I really don't know if the next time the flame will burn me.

Despite the presentation of the graphic elements, it used to be burned by the flames every time it touched it. However, I still don't know if the next time will be the same as the picture element.

After all, there is no correlation between the elements of the picture. The so-called "environment and influencing factors that occurred at that time" are the same as at the moment, is it a bit nonsense to make such a simple and rash conclusion that it will still be burned?

The paradox is that I don't reach out and touch the flames because I don't know if they can burn me. This is not the crux of the matter at all, untrue is untrue, and not knowing is not knowing.

As for how the character should behave, what the character should judge, how the character should live, these are all discussions within the scope of falsehood. Maybe I'll become an idiot, maybe I'll be mentally retarded.

After the killing is complete, it will be dealt with.

In the face of rot, I can slash or turn a blind eye. Once upon a time, I chose to turn a blind eye, through entertainment, through games, through chatting, through work, to slow down this decay.

In fact, there is no need to think about what is real, I am rotting all the time. However, it wasn't deep, and I started to shift my attention as soon as I showed signs of decay.

Isn't it depression, depression, irritability, and sadness at the beginning of decay?

The characters don't exist, and the world is false. And to treat the world as real and the characters as real, this kind of creation out of nothing requires energy.

Occasionally, when the energy is not infused, these so-called negative emotions will appear. Only by maintaining the infusion of energy can the character be maintained. The greatest energy is fear.

Are these things real? What qualifies me to be arrogant in my head? Those fearful contents easily scared me to move.

What the hell.

Is that what I am? Is that cowardly?

What can't happen and what can't happen?

Die, there's nothing to leave behind, and there's nothing to leave behind. There will be no such memory, because there is no character in infinity at all.

It's not something to be cherished, thinking, memories, and bonds are no different from a piece of shit.

It's just a picture element.