I'm going to die, so hurry up.

Don't give sanity any chance, once the twist in your mind starts thinking, it will only ruin it all.

Only by giving up resistance can we achieve ultimate victory.

Burn it all, burn life and life, burn family and partner, nothing can not be burned. Because the false will be burned, but the real will always exist.

It's all twisted, it's all disgusting. Even the simplest twists, like "work hard," make me feel sick.

Don't say that the affirmative sentence in your head is distorted, so whether this sentence is also distorted or something.

I want to kill myself now, burn the character of Yuan Changwen, no matter what is in my head, burn it all.

It's going to drive me crazy, it's going to make my family cry, it's going to make all the people who love me cry.

So what?

If it is not real, it should be discarded, and it should stand aside and wait for my choice. Instead of running in front of the head, acting as a façade or something.

Madness is the best company.

I have the Grim Reaper cutie, what am I afraid of?

Come on, get ready, nothing can't happen. Even if it's poison, I can take it. The part that wasn't allowed to happen was the thing I'm going to kill.

Destruction has become my main theme, and death has become my main theme. Is depression really a disease? Who is qualified to define it?

The more I think about it, the more ridiculous I feel, how can we define normal and abnormal? It's, how could I have believed this?

What's the thing on my neck?

Whatever it is, press it down. I still haven't jumped off the cliff, these are the presentation of picture elements, is there anything reluctant?

What are these people doing?

I'm lying here, where am I lying exactly?

Unreal, all unreal, is there only unreal?

It's sad to think about, what I can see and touch, it's not real. And the truth can't tolerate me, because thinking is only a limitation, and it is always just the presentation of picture elements.

That awareness was always there, but I kept my attention to what I was aware of, not to my consciousness. Of course, both are one, after all, only that awareness exists.

Just wait to die?

Barren deserts are collapsing, and large numbers of buildings are collapsing. When they fall, they don't cause a speck of sand and dust, because they don't exist at all.

This state is very uncomfortable, the feeling of devouring is relentless, and the discomfort is like a shadow. I know these falsehoods, and I know that diversion is useful, but why get rid of this uncomfortable and devouring feeling?

I'm going to slash, I'm not done yet. Diverting attention, then, is not to kill, it is an obstacle.

If there is really karma, then what I have experienced now is probably that. Of course, it is also possible that it has just begun, and the fire has not yet burned.

Either way, please continue.

Yuan Changwen completely threw himself out, I don't want this role. It's just so unreasonable, it's such a bastard, I don't want it. The role of Yuan Changwen can be whatever it should be, and the energy that shapes the character, don't want to get it from me.

Whether to kill the character of Yuan Changwen or what, I have no opinion.

The word letting go seems to have been mentioned since the beginning of slashing, but it seems that now it is not completely letting go of itself. Among them, I have had an epiphany, an incredible ease, and the so-called unity of heaven and man.

It's just a flash in the pan, but if it doesn't last, what's the use?

I won't pay attention to the role of Yuan Changwen anymore, but I live in this role again, contradictory and contradictory. You have to live, this feeling of living in death may only be understood by those who have experienced it.

How comfortable it is.

Whatever pulled me, it didn't exist. Who's pulling whom? There's no first, there's no second.

It's just the presentation of the elements of the picture, is there really something blocking it? If there is no obstruction, why can't I cross it?

Yuan Changwen felt a headache, as if this was beyond the limit of what his mind could think, and no matter how much content it was, it was just a guess.

Is it only the four words "I don't know" to shatter all the falsehoods?

However, I really don't know, and the so-called knowledge is just speculation. It's just that because most people agree with those speculations, they take them as true and call them knowledge.

It's really a four-word mantra.

All of this seems to have nothing to do with my thinking, and it doesn't matter to me when the devouring sensation appears. And the mind can be controlled, which in itself is misleading.

I can't understand what people are doing, maybe I've really become stupid, abandoned by the times. I can't see the obvious philosophy of life.

If a person has been working hard in the workplace, and through the distortion of his mind, his position and salary have been greatly improved. Then, ten or twenty years later, maybe this person will occupy a certain position in this industry.

The distortion in my head will become ingrained, and of course, this is just my own speculation.

Compared to others, my behavior is and ridiculous. So, it's just personal preference, what's there to argue about, and who am I arguing with? When others can't be really real people, my opinion seems to be the only opinion.

It's ridiculous to think about it, to kill it now, and to discard what I believe. Maybe after that, they will start believing again, or pretend to believe again.

Yuan Changwen suddenly felt a strange feeling, that is, he had been doing something that he didn't know what it was. There is no one else, but I always want to convince others, and I always want to get the approval of others.

What's going on?

Fear remains, and worry gradually takes over. As if direct fear would make me hate, the gentle worry seemed more justified.

Is there still a lot of truth in this world? There are also many truths that are agreed by almost everyone. But it's still not real, it's still just a distortion of artificiality.

I don't want to look back anymore and I don't want to know how I got to where I am. The previous slash has passed, so it's just a visual element.

Perhaps, this path is simply wrong, but I am not interested in correcting it either. Nowadays, it is very difficult to divert attention. The fun-loving ones, it seemed like I had to force myself to get into them.

At the moment, I am like a lazy worm, the remote control is on the sofa, but I am too lazy to reach out.

I don't want to think about it anymore, I don't want to weigh it anymore, and I just wait for things to develop. Maybe it's useless to kill, maybe I'm just a simple loser, not a philosophical being.

I had no interest in the character and was still on the sidelines like a garbage throw. Maybe the fear will push me to pick up the character, but the nausea has reached a point where I'll eventually throw the character out completely.

It's not about killing the character, but it's too lazy to think about anything for the character, too lazy to plump up the character again, and too lazy to speak with the character again. ()

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