Keep throwing away, keep dying.

I've said it, and I really don't know how long I'm going to fall into the depths of this lake.

Abuse or abuse, there seems to be no choice but to use fear to hold on to the state of holding me firmly.

Reasoning simply doesn't work, because fear doesn't make sense.

And I'm not reasonable, I just need to kill, then it will lead to nothing to say.

There is nothing to say in the first place, so many chapters of slashing, too much repetitive content.

It's constantly repeated, and the characters are constantly struggling, as if they can't kill the characters.

Originally, this world was not real, originally all these were the presentation of picture elements, why did it become so difficult to kill.

Moreover, the truth has always been there, and it has become difficult to touch.

What the hell is this?

There are no characters in reality, and there is no distinction.

The world as I saw it was divided into pieces, and then labeled to be divided and understood, and very simple explanations were used to describe things that I didn't know about.

The twist in my head is not worth grasping at all, it is nothing more than fear that is arrogant there, and I just want to kill myself.

There's nothing to negotiate, kill the characters, jump into the dread, and see who dies first.

It's all whole.

Actually, I don't understand what "it's all whole" is trying to say, but these words keep lingering in my head, and I don't know why.

However, there is no need to guess anything, and after the killing is completed, the desired state will naturally appear.

There is no universe, only a black reality, which has always been there, and time is only a limitation formed by the distortion of reality.

There is no evolution of species, there is no space or anything like that, it is infinite but nothing.

What is this true?

The world of binary opposites, how easy to understand and how normal and natural it seems.

Throwing away this world, no matter what happens in the world, is not real.

Whoever explains the world is speculation based on countless assumptions.

Picture Elements Explain picture elements and are not worth mentioning.

And fear is something that makes people want to vomit.

Looking at those books telling inspirational legends, watching those words promoting beauty, watching the so-called cognitive upgrades firmly grasp the distortion in the mind, all the fear behind it.

I didn't want to get involved in the distortion of my mind again, but luckily I didn't need to convince anyone, and they didn't bother to discuss it with a madman.

That's it, leave me alone, slowly rotting and dying.

Nature doesn't seem to be attractive either, and I don't seem to be interested in the beauty of nature from an early age.

Now, I can finally stop rebelling against my feelings and convince others to prove that nature is just that.

There is no difference between me and at home in the deep mountains and old forests, there is no feeling of pleasure, and there is no feeling of washing my heart.

The whole world is no different to me, it's all false and unreal.

The distortion in my mind disgusted me even more, but I still lived alone, still rotting alone.

Entering nature, into the deep mountains and old forests, does not help to kill.

There are no friends, no contact, those so-called interpersonal relationships, just throw them away.

I don't need to explain how good I am or how bad I am.

The distortion in the mind will do these distinctions, and the ultimate reason is only to enrich the character.

Or, I feel the same in nature as I do at home, which means that my heart has no waves, I don't think the city is bad, I don't think the mountains and old forests are wonderful, I have always been in a great state.

That's the plump character.

Or, I'm so bad that I can't even feel the beauty of nature, but I'm still tenacious.

Hell, it's still a plump role.

Highlighting the character attributes, showing off the character attributes, is to divert my attention, and the question of "who am I" will be directly forgotten.

Or, being relegated to boredom or something, and then I can do something meaningful.

For example, getting married and having children, such as working hard to make money, such as going to the peak of life, but not knowing what this peak is.

Ridiculous, can I go back to the past?

These are not enough, the character must die, and the entire visual element must be destroyed.

There is no cause and effect, they all appear together, they are all elements of the picture that are perceived at the moment.

It is not "the imagination that only exists in the mind in the past", but "the past is the visual element that we perceive at the moment", which is no different from a table or chair.

I constantly want to show off the character attributes, maybe it's wit, maybe it's rationality, maybe it's the consciousness of the character attributes that I don't have at all, such as goldfingers and the like.

The role of Yuan Changwen has nothing to do with me, not only that, but I also have to kill the character and kill the character.

The theater viewer mode may make life much easier and more natural, but it is not enough, the character must die, die completely.

It has nothing to do with the body, the frameworks that create the characters, the boundaries that form the characters, all have to be destroyed.

Let it all die, the idea that the world is real, the anchor that holds the time or the characters firmly, all have to be destroyed.

Nothing will be left because there is simply not a single me.

On the one hand, I am disgusted with the distortion in my mind, and on the other hand, I am looking forward to showing the attributes of the character by teaching my disciples.

always wants to recognize himself through others, to recognize the authenticity of Yuan Changwen's role.

And the funny thing is that all other people's words are still just "I think" content, and they are still just the presentation of picture elements.

Die, what else is there to say.

What is there to think about constantly thinking with the distortion in your head?

Once I think about it, I don't kill it, this world is not real, and I still think about it.

The problem does not exist, and once you see the hypothesis of the problem, the problem will automatically shatter.

And the reason why I keep asking questions is because of fear, so I don't know what to do.

The picture elements are presented in this way, and you don't need to care about the content, just throw away the whole picture element.

The character is meant to die, and there is no chance of survival.

Whatever the character is grabbing, cut it off, even if it leads to endless fear.

The tension in my heart is obviously, but it can easily sway me.

If the character doesn't die, he can't live this day.

It's just to kill the character, there's nothing to hesitate about, and there's nothing to discuss.

If I don't succeed once, I'll do it again, I don't need to think about what hellish life or life, it's just killing the character and killing myself.

All those good things will be destroyed, let the characters explode, let the characters rot, and all die.

There is not a single me, who dares to pretend to be me there.

No matter how much the character pretends to be, it's just what he is aware of, and there is no me at all, just a sense that the character is pretending to be me. (https:)

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