The character was still struggling, but I didn't seem to feel any disgust.

I'm not done yet, but the irrepressible little joy in my heart seems to be urging me to leave the killing.

The world has become stranger unconsciously, and those distortions in my mind have dissipated at the same time, and at the same time, my perception of the world has changed dramatically.

In other words, I used to look at the distortions in my head all the time, and after these distortions died, the things I saw were naturally different.

I can't talk about whether it's good or bad, because I don't have the heart to pay attention to it.

There is still to slash, there is also to move forward, and the struggle of the characters may or may not be useful, but I am not done yet.

All this is still in the midst of falsehood.

I remember the experience of the ghost pressing the bed, I can't get up, and I can even see myself lying in the bed but I just can't wake up.

So, what is this thing that saw "the character of Yuan Changwen"?

I see myself, so what is the relationship between the first "me" and the second "me"?

There is no authenticity in this world, and the character of Yuan Changwen also has the authenticity of Mao.

I don't know why I still have to hold on to the role of Yuan Changwen, what does it have to do with me.

Let yourself die, end all this, and end the role of Yuan Changwen.

Will it be so difficult to die?

There is nothing to say, it is death, directly destroying the character, directly throwing away the unreal.

There is no need to discuss anything, all the rhetoric is an obstacle, just die.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, he said all kinds of words and theories about cliff jumping, but he just didn't jump.

No matter how nice it sounds, no matter how reasonable it is, it's useless.

My life has just begun, and the state of going with the flow makes me very comfortable, but it is not enough, and I have to keep going.

Will it stop?

I don't know, it seems like I can choose to stop, but I feel like I can't stop.

Let me die, the decay of the character is continuing, the decay of the character is continuing, the fragmentation of the character is happening.

There is nothing to judge, whether this death is worth it or not, I am not interested in knowing.

If the character is not real, then die.

Of course, there will still be characters in the end, and it is not the characters that touch the real ones.

However, the distortions in his mind must disappear, and these distortions make up the character of Yuan Changwen.

Destroy all this, my mother will die, and my wife and children will also die.

The happy life will be gone, the chats between friends, the gatherings to talk about the future of the industry when you were a student, all these things will no longer exist.

There is no way to flesh out characters, and I won't take the initiative to flesh out characters.

Although the state of throwing away the character is terrifying, the black reality still scares me, but the lightness and naturalness make people feel extremely comfortable.

It's not that you choose to give up your friends and family, it's that your friends and family don't mean anything at all, and they don't cause any pull at all.

It doesn't mean that because the other person is a friend or family member, I will have any special care or worries, just go with the flow.

Words like friends and family don't exist without a twist in the mind, or just to describe an NPC's attributes, but that doesn't mean they have any deeper meaning or rules.

For example, how to treat friends, how to treat family, how to maintain interpersonal relationships, how to maintain family harmony, etc., these words only make me feel sick.

Nothing will be left, I will have nothing.

It's not about the material or the flesh, it's about the distortion of the mind, and even the most basic politeness doesn't survive.

Destroy it, if you can't survive, you can't survive, I didn't think about keeping this shit alive.

All this is supposed to destroy lives, destroy lives, and I have been prepared for a long time, and the result of killing may be very unworthy.

However, these reasons and rhetoric did not hinder the killing at all, because the disgust of the character made me have to kill it.

Thinking that the character will continue to survive, and then before I know it, it will start to plump, and the distortion in my brain will begin to resurrect through the policy of tenderness, can I bear this?

No, I'm going to throw away this shit.

There are characters everywhere, there are fears everywhere, and communicating with people is not necessary in itself.

When did it start that it was a mistake for a person not to communicate with others?

That kind of nonsense such as "how can people not communicate with others in reality" or "for the sake of life, being good at communicating with people can better obtain resources" are just baseless affirmations.

It's normal, it's just a game of numbers, and it's not real.

The source of any judgment is only a distortion in the mind, and what is there to believe in such a judgment?

To die is to die, what is worth living, and what is worth cherishing.

Kill the character, destroy all this, I may not be able to have the so-called normal life, but so what?

Personal preference only.

The character will struggle, will say that he still wants the normal life of the past, and quarrel and talk about love.

But this is just a soft policy, just a trick played by the character to prove that he still exists.

If the character is not real, then throw it away, what is there to discuss.

Fearing that there is "no role", they keep creating characters, and they must have a role no matter what.

Constantly diverting my attention, I don't have the heart to focus on killing, and the character naturally won't die.

Maybe after the kill, the character's impulse will not be stopped, because it is just the presentation of the elements of the picture.

And now, the characters come entirely from the distortion in the head, and alas, the distortion in the brain comes from fear.

It's not a heartbeat, it's a choice is a trade-off, a narrow mental process through a twist in the mind.

None of this is true, I'm still in the middle of a fake, and destroying it is the key.

If the character is not real, then throw it away, and if the life that the character wants is not real, then throw it away.

It seems that there has to be a character, so it's good to have an empty shell left.

To die, to think so much, the distortion in the brain must die, and thinking is based on the distortion in the brain.

There is no distortion in the mind, how to think, and the feeling of being powerless is to preach that there is nothing to think about at all.

I have always believed that how can I live a life without thinking, and now, a life with thinking is a piece of shit.

All the attention is focused on the character, even if it is to travel and kill just to flesh out the character, thinking is just a garbage and buggy tool.

I don't know why I like to think so much, or why I like to look for the best in a narrow range of perceptions.

Throw away the distortion in the mind, throw away the thinking, and life will begin, not fall into the walls of thinking.

I would subconsciously get caught up in the content and argue, and none of this was real, it was just graphic elements.

But the habit seems simply irresistible, and that's how it is presented, but the rhetoric is merely a reassurance.

It feels great to go downstream, and I don't have any reason to believe in the twist in my head. (https:)

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