I don't know what's going on, the heavy rot is pulling me along.

Reason is still holding on, as if he is the hero who saves the world.

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Don't think, don't calculate, these things are not needed at all now.

I should rot, I should be broken, sanity and calmness are just hindrances.

There's nothing to think about in the future, nothing to worry about in the future.

Will I have a future? Will I still live? Death is beautiful.

With that tiring and useless tension of weighing, wouldn't the thinker find that his thinking was just?

I didn't realize that this kind of obvious thing always occupied my mind.

No matter what affirmations are in your head, they are all groundless, they are all nonsense, and they are all prejudices.

How do I know what life is like before I have a mobile phone, but is life the way it was at that time?

Sounds good, a quiet, leisurely life. Read poetry, play, see the scenery, or cook your own dishes at will, regardless of the recipe and only look at the mood.

But after all, it's just a personal preference.

Who can be sure that life really exists, and have I really experienced so many years from birth to death?

Also, why are there no memories before the age of age? There are only scattered fragments, isn't it a pity? If you care so much about life, why don't you care about these lost memories?

Or is the so-called life just related to the fear of the present stage? those dreams, those money, those careers, those happiness, those tears, are these life?

There's everywhere, there's murmur everywhere.

I just don't like noise, that's all, not to say that others are bad, not to denigrate hard work. It's like a big game, and the various personalities exist just to flesh out the excitement of the game.

The only trouble is that if someone wants to impose something on me, it will be very uncomfortable. Even if it's a game, a group of NPCs pestering themselves to say what the concept of the game, what they want to be the emperor, what to become the biggest chamber of commerce, etc., will feel disgusting.

The role of Yuan Changwen is not me, how many ridiculous things have I done for this role.

It's fear that drives me to do all this, as if if the character dies and I die, as if the character fails and I fail. Any fear is about the character, and why am I being feared?

If there is no me, then who is aware of all this? There is no one, only that awareness, and there is awareness?

If you don't understand it, you don't need to figure it out. The world is not real, none of this is real, including myself. The feeling of devouring never stops, can it be faster? Can it be a little more violent?

Strong emotions protect self-definition, keep me out of sight of the obvious, and immerse me in the distortion of my mind. Once someone punctures, I protect it with strong emotions.

Turning a blind eye to such an obvious object is like walking but not seeing the road under your feet, but thinking that you are flying. It's this sense of absurdity, and what's even more nonsense is that it takes a lot of effort to take my eyes off the twist in my head.

As soon as something happens, you immediately retreat into the distortion in your mind, and look for protection and stability from there.

There's nothing more spoofy than that.

Are other people really real people? Is the gap between the poor and the rich obvious? Aren't all people the product of fear, emotional monsters? Is it possible to claim that everyone is different because of different fears?

I don't know, because these assertions are based on the assumption that you are real people. Is there anything wrong with the pictorial elements presenting these things directly, directly presenting a person speaking there with rich expressions?

Come on, what else does fear do, just throw it out and see if you can scare me to death.

The tears of parents, the sorrow of wives and children, the bleakness of careers?

Are these things really qualified to control me?

What are just humans, just characters, just picture elements?

What a legitimate fear, but also fear. It's not that the content of the fear isn't real, but what if it happens?

Any discussion is until it happens, because I don't know if it's going to happen. But when the fear does happen, what can I do but resign myself to my fate?

At this moment, only at this moment.

This kind of lifestyle, which does not worry about the future, only causes trouble. If you don't think about the future, what you are doing now is not thinking about the future?

Working is to make money, to buy a house, get married, have children, and raise children in the future.

The killing is to touch the truth, so that he can get rid of the role of Yuan Changwen.

Which one is not based on time? Which one is not based on some goal in the future?

If you know you won't succeed, if you know you're not going to get there, then why do you?

Maybe, just unbearable, maybe, simply because of madness.

Nothing is true, it's just that I take it as real.

Collapse, my proud reason, shatter, my proud logic.

Without cause and effect, logical reasoning becomes a joke.

I should have thought about nothing and smashed it all up, non-negotiable.

The so-called sanity is only a product of fear. Fear of doing wrong, fear of going the wrong way, fear of wasting time. Reason looks down on the heartbeat, thinking that it is just a momentary passion, just an impulsive devil.

And the foundation of reason is the distortion of the mind, the more.

I've used enough to be smart, and the rest doesn't need to be smart at all. I'm just too smart to be toyed with by the twists in my head.

More and more distortions, as if people are very smart, so in order to enrich the character attributes, to pursue more distortions. As a result, the distortions in my brain are endless, and I can never clean them up.

This is the case even with so-called spirituality. In order to maintain the leading position in his circle, countless words and countless ideas, just to enrich the characters.

And what am I doing? Talking about what other people are doing, but I still haven't killed myself. I thought I could see through everything, but I was still in this falsehood.

I should die, I can only die, and I don't know the rest of the consequences.

Whatever else is in your head, it's. No matter how plausible, no matter how obvious, it is a distortion.

"I exist", that's the simplest thing. But do I know? Do I see it? Do I approve of it?

Countless philosophers have tried to find a plausible explanation, to find the perfect theory to explain all this. But no one wants to admit that they can't do it at all, and they don't want to admit that their theory of perfection is just a guess.

Just let me drift in the ocean of "don't know", those who know are just twisted, just a piece of shit.