I have a detailed plan for the future, and if I don't have a plan, at least I have a vague direction. For example, you must not live on the streets, for example, even if you die, you cannot fall, and so on. It looks upward, but it's just a framework for the characters.

Once the frame is broken, the character is instantly overwhelmed.

To what extent I was brainwashed, I still struggle with this question. The information in the head is limited, and weighing it with these humble contents is inherently a fearful drag show. So, give up the self-definition of the brain, don't you understand?

Theoretically understood, but the character simply pretended not to hear and continued to go his own way. Of course, the character doesn't give up on self-definition so easily, and that's something that makes it suicidal.

"That's all my own work", that's why the character keeps bluffing me. With the reason for my hard work, then it is natural to protect it next, or not allow others to destroy it, and continue my hard work for as long as possible.

In this way, the role has a self-definition and a framework to defend against. It's like something intangible that suddenly has a form, and it's very happy to continue to have that form, and then it's going to expand the form so that it's real.

The point is that the intangible does not possess any mind, it is only perceived. Those thoughts come from the body, and if you identify yourself as a body, you will naturally try your best to protect the existence of the body. From every word and deed, the existence and importance of the role should be reflected.

"If you don't think, are you an idiot, what are you doing with your head", this is the retort that the character likes, as if he will be destroyed by the whole world if he doesn't think. If you don't think about it and don't weigh it, you will become very stupid and mentally retarded, and then you will be abandoned by the times.

Of course, the so-called era is the era of the characters, the era of the self-definition and identity of those characters. Then, if I kill the character, I will naturally be abandoned by the era created by the character. It's useless to think about this now, and after killing the character, you naturally won't have fear, so those words like being eliminated by the times are like farts.

Holding the broken crystal ball himself, he carefully cared for it and tried to keep it in a spherical shape. But I don't know, maybe when I let go, those little pieces will be suspended in the air and become as gorgeous as a starry sky. Of course, there is also the possibility that it will never be picked up again.

So what?

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

You have to let go, and the damp worry is really scary. It seems that he left the empire and no longer worries about anything. But in fact, this is not the case at all.

Because it's not the so-called reality that affects me at all, it's my own brain, everything is in my head, and these are the only things that influence. I still have expectations for the character, and I still want the character to be at the top. Damn, can't you get to the top for the rest of your life, isn't this a very normal thing?

Let it go, how many times have you said these three words, and how much have you done? The power of the character is too terrifying, what kind of distortion can make the character reach such a state? And how many ridiculous efforts have I made to enrich the character over the years?

The opinions and opinions in my head are so disgusting. And now, the damp worry is all over us, and the sense of tightness of that character lingers. If there really are ghosts in this world, nothing is scarier than the characters.

Fangs, bloody, hideous, elusive, cruel bites, lights off, out of the TV, footsteps follow you, a human head in the bed, blood on the glass, murder in dreams, and a chase that you can never escape?

Compared to the characters, they are all scum.

Fear of the manipulation of that bewitching woman, descriptive violence and grace, it was easy to grasp my heart. In fact, the fear is who I am, and all the fears make the self-definition exist, and the self-definition constitutes the character.

"I am a strong person", "I am brave and kind", "I am full of love and responsibility", "I think that life should be hard" and a series of self-definitions, all actions are driven by self-definition, that is, I am weighed by my humble little head.

The character must die, and the consequences are severe. After the death of the character, the associated feelings for the family will also be erased, because the love for the family is also a distortion. The whole empire was in need of stability, and it had to be so propagandized, but these were untrue.

The reason why I am afraid of losing these things is because I treat them as unique, as part of the truth. But the whole world of duality is false and limited. It's just a character's playground, not real.

Who likes a fickle person? It seems that from childhood to adulthood, I have been taught to be a dedicated person and to be persistent in something to the end. Only characters need to be solidified, and if I follow the terrain, how do I know if I'm a good guy or a bad guy next?

Will the water choose not to go because of the terrain that will carry it to the smelly gutter?

The distortion of the characters has brought civilization, food and clothing, and things that nature does not evolve on its own. Characters bring judgments of values, and distorted perceptions make human civilization climb up.

If there was one thing in nature, whatever it was, trees, flowers, tigers, leopards, as long as it had the distorted view of human beings, the world would have turned upside down a long time ago. Maybe it will develop into a state where humans and monsters share the world together.

It is simply impossible to make humans give up their efforts, to make humans give up their roles. Then, a demon beast with a human concept naturally can't do it. Therefore, striving for progress and striving for more living space for oneself has become the unified goal of the two.

Those distorted perceptions are deeply ingrained in my mind. Even though I can see the absurdity of these opinions, I still blurt them out and weigh them in my head. It seems that a character full of wisdom is easily welcomed and affirmed by everyone.

Damn, why don't I feel worried? I don't be naïve enough to think that I've killed my worries, I've gotten rid of that damp worry. The only explanation is that I was diverted from my gaze and was once again leveled by the character's means.

is like a little brother who knelt on the ground, constantly kowtowing to the eldest brother and saying that he was wrong, that he should not rebel, and that he should listen to the words of the eldest brother.

It's all because I'm still sane, and I'm still weighing it with the humble knowledge in my head. The younger brother didn't dare to resist the eldest brother, and he knew with his nose that he might be killed if he resisted.

In addition to madness, how does the younger brother resist the eldest brother?

The reason that I am proud of is the thing that stands in my way.

It seems that it is really going crazy.