Slowly decaying, slowly dying on a strange planet.

The world hasn't changed, nothing has happened, but I feel like I'm going to die.

What I want to do is not to hinder my own death, that is, not to grasp any survival tools.

All the survival tools are just twisted, just to stay away from death, that is, away from "no character".

There's no need to survive at all, that's just a twist.

The survival of the character is not real in itself, and survival is to catch the unreal, to pretend to be real.

There is no world at all, there are no characters at all, there is nothing.

It's just the presentation, and that awareness is real.

The reality of this world is peeling away, and the burning pain is becoming more and more frequent, perhaps it is only by continuing that it can destroy the so-called sanity.

However, who knows, this statement is still just speculation.

It's good to die, and destroying all these good and evil is just the content of realization.

Friends are just a hindrance, family is just a harassment.

In the face of other characters, I have to get into my character and I haven't finished slashing yet, that's the hindrance.

A happy life has nothing to do with me, those struggles and sweat are just, and fear, anxiety and worry are also just.

There is a trough to have a crest, and to kill is to destroy everything, and talk about nothing and talk about the crest of the trough.

I knew it would be like this, and there were many more states that I didn't know about.

However, it doesn't matter, only death is the key.

They all become irrelevant, they don't look at the world at the level of the characters, and those right and wrong are even more dissipated.

Completely dead, nothing can survive, the whole universe will die with me.

Why do I believe that there is a real person here, why do I believe that there is really a table here, maybe because I belong to the same material as the table, so I directly believe that the table is real compared to the character.

Actually, neither I nor the table are real, they are just picture elements.

Don't divert your attention, it's just that you can't see that you're not real, it's just that the role of Yuan Changwen is not me at all.

What else does the character need, this kind of rhetoric is just, the character just needs to die.

Come on, let me see how much more pain can go, the characters continue to struggle and continue to perform, let me see what the elements of the picture can present.

I never underestimate the presentation of picture elements, because this thinking is the picture element, and any situation is a breeze for the presentation of picture elements.

Looking forward to my own death, I can feel relaxed and natural with every weakening of the character.

But it doesn't mean that my life will become rich, or that I will suddenly reach the peak of my life or something, maybe I will become a beggar after the killing.

It's all character attributes, it's not real, and there's nothing to discuss at all.

The so-called slashing is just forcibly cutting and firmly grasping, but the grasp of the character is still only a picture element.

Nothing is real, and truth does not exist in this world.

If the character of Yuan Changwen is not real, then he is not qualified to survive, let alone arrogant here.

I just watched the characters be presumptuous, I watched the characters struggle and die.

The discomfort in my heart seems to turn into nausea, and the feeling of vomiting seems to vomit everything about the character.

Survival is the first element?

I don't know who said that, but I know it's just.

Why do you have to live?

Why do you have to think about life?

Durnyima is a, arrogant here, and I hold on pitifully and don't even think.

Sometimes I really doubt that I was so smart in the past but I would even believe these truths, do I Nima really have a brain?

And what truth is not nonsense?

Unreal is unreal, I don't need to be happy, and I don't want to be repelled by such unbearable pain.

Why be happy, right, why do you say that people have to be happy?

And who is qualified to use happiness as a measure, as if my killing will bring extreme pain, so it is not right.

As if, what is there to be happy about being free from this unbearable pain as a kind of pride, and to return to the embrace of fear?

In addition to the retention of character attributes, in addition to making yourself like everyone else, in addition to making yourself appear gregarious, what else can you be proud of?

Normal people may feel ridiculous when they hear the question "why should people be happy", because normal people take the pursuit of happiness for granted.

And when I hear words like "you must work hard in life", I also feel a sense of absurdity, because I don't think that life must work hard, it is just fear behind the back.

This is a personal preference, everyone is not a real person, and the presentation of picture elements is just a matter of absurdity.

I just don't have a problem, or rather, no problem for the time being.

It's all just what you are aware of, and there's no need to explain the elements of the picture at all, because it's just something based on assumptions.

Roles are roles, and there is no difference between what kind of roles there are, or that distinction doesn't matter to me at all.

Death is the key, and the so-called life is full of fear, full of twists in the mind.

It seems that it is difficult to see a character like me, and of course I am not interested in looking for anything, the character of Yuan Changwen is not dead, then this battle will not end.

It won't be done soon, and it won't be done without any life still being saved, which is a fear in itself.

Unreal is unreal, I don't know how long the burning will last, and I'm not interested in knowing.

The character of Yuan Changwen is not dead, so he will be killed.

It's strange to be alive, because I know I don't exist, though only intellectually, but something seems to be changing.

Now it seems that all the past was for the sake of the present.

Of course, only at this moment, it's just that "I think" so many years have passed.

If you want to show your character attributes, you have to have a measure, and everyone must follow that measure.

Perhaps, it is only in the middle of the night that I will remember that these measures are.

When talking about life, behind those inspirational words are fear, and fearless people just do it simply, without thinking about why they do it, or what they can weigh after doing it.

Don't talk about these things, unreal is unreal, and how to live is my business.

How to live a more relaxed and natural life, how to live a fuller life, how not to regret a lifetime, these questions have too many assumptions, and there is no need to answer them.

There is no such thing as will, so none of the above problems exist.

What's wrong with the picture elements showing that I want to regret my life?

Since there is no problem, what is these grasps, what is the inner tension and the fear that must not happen?

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