Nausea, uncomfortable, it seems that even the muscles are starting to tense involuntarily.

The character is collapsing, I don't even have the interest to watch it, and this thinking will still die.

Everywhere there is a diversion of attention, everywhere to get away from the "no role", and those words about the truth only appear when they are needed.

There is no difference between staging a drama in which a character works hard to pursue the pinnacle of life and a drama in which a character destroys the stage and then discovers that he or she doesn't exist at all.

Truth is still truth, and there is still nothing that can affect reality.

Die, all of them will die.

I don't see how important these so-called life events are, I just see fear whipping me into not thinking about them and holding on to them.

Whether this world is real or not, and who I am, is a major life event.

It's all, and I'm not interested in accompanying these to make a fuss together, and it's all rubbish to analyze and discuss at the content level.

There are so many things, so many life events to consider, so many life chores to sort out, and this way of life is leaving me.

Objective materialism, like that, is fading its influence.

It's just what I'm aware of, and it's all about objective materialism, and it's nonsense based on all kinds of assumptions.

I don't matter, the role of Yuan Changwen doesn't exist at all, there is no me here, I am not here.

The inner collapse seems to be about to surface, and these unbearable pains are just because of the unreal world?

Is this a defense mechanism?

In order to avoid making it easy for people to see the unreality of the world, in order to avoid making it easy for people to throw away this shit.

I simply think that it's better to be happy when I'm in pain, so when I'm in this kind of pain, I instinctively want to escape.

Coupled with the persuasion of the people around him, it seems that he should overcome the pain like a warrior and leave the pain and return to the so-called real life.

It's a pity that this is not a warrior, it's just a tease of the characters, it's just a whipping of fear.

It was not the warriors who left here, but the trembling lambs under the whip of fear.

There are no warriors, all this is not courage but hatred, and there is no reward for slashing and destroying at all costs.

The thing that gets the reward has been killed.

When the character dies, who gets the reward.

There is no role in reality, and the role of Yuan Changwen is not me.

Fear can still appear, it can still be whipped at any time, the only difference is that I no longer believe in fear.

I know I'm scared, I know I'm believing in the, and I know it's all just to stay away from "no character".

If you want to stand at the top of your life and gain the adoration of others, maybe you could have tempted me before, but now, the weird feeling will be more obvious.

Being worshiped by a group of dummies, cheered by a group of NPCs, and the various adorations presented by the picture elements, these weird feelings became more and more obvious.

The characters are not dead, these struggles naturally exist, and fears can naturally be arrogant.

But unreal is unreal, nothing can affect truth, nothing will hurt.

Die, that kind of collapse is stronger, break through reason, I don't need to maintain any image, crazy is crazy.

It's going to go crazy or there's going to be some major accident, or a sudden physical death, whatever.

The funny thing is that I'm not even afraid of this, but I'm still worried about my life and whether my character is at the pinnacle of life.

When I think about it, I feel angry, this life has never belonged to me, it is completely distorted in my mind.

What is there to cherish in this kind of life, even if it goes downstream, it is still not real, but it just makes the whole person seem relaxed and natural.

I don't need any calmness, and I don't need any rationality, just tear up all this, just kill the character of Yuan Changwen, or kill myself.

Let the discomfort be more intense, let the shattering be more violent, nothing will hurt, and the death of the character will be nothing.

It's just a picture element, only the character will cherish life, but that's just.

It's as if a person has to keep grasping the dream, because the character dies when he wakes up from the dream, so he can't let the character die, what a ridiculous state it is.

Life doesn't matter because it doesn't exist at all.

None of these are real, and the unreal does not exist, only the real exists.

It's a pity that there are no characters in reality, but there is nothing in infinity.

I can't live anymore, I don't want to live anymore, I just want to die.

I still remember those people who are sophisticated, but I don't want to pay attention to them at all, they are just distortions in my mind, and I don't want to believe them at all.

I presented whatever I wanted, and I gave my life away instead of believing in the twists in my head.

Maybe there will be some terrible situations, I don't know and I don't want to analyze it, as long as I'm in the middle of the stream, there will be no problem.

Even if it really happens because of the flow, it doesn't matter, the character of Yuan Changwen is not real, and trying to do something for the role is.

What is presented has nothing to do with me, it is all the things that I am aware of, and it is all really in control, not me.

Yuan Changwen's character's words and deeds are still just picture elements, so how can picture elements manipulate picture elements.

I'm not mentally retarded or an idiot, I'm just an emotional monster that makes me reluctant to look at the stuff I've killed, or the analysis.

But when you want to explode, reason appears there again, and when you kill, why doesn't reason appear.

It's all about staying away from "no role", and it's all about "being an adult".

Die, I'm not me anymore, I'm a I don't even know what it is.

It's not done yet, it's like a trailer that tells me what it might be like to be in a slash, like incredible loneliness, like ridiculousness, like the feeling of seeing yourself unreal.

Of course, I don't know exactly what it's like to have a slash done, but those feelings shouldn't go away.

Kill yourself, I didn't expect that one day I would really kill myself, like a madman.

I often wonder if I'm completely wrong, it's all a hoax and nothing.

Everyone is wrong, but I am wrong, the world is real, and this character is real.

Perhaps, but I don't want to think about it anymore, I just want to die, I want to destroy everything.

It's all just what I'm aware of, and this worldview is changing, but it's not over yet.

Whatever others say, it's just a picture element, there is no need to argue, I just admit defeat.

I can't go back, but the past life is familiar and certain, and I don't really know what it is.

It's not enough, the truth is there.

The character must die, regardless of whether or not the real thing is touched after death, but there is no reason for the character to live.

Destroy all, unreasonable.

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