The feeling of devouring gradually intensified, and even the desire to vomit literally.

I am becoming more and more estranged from the role of Yuan Changwen, and I seem to be shouting "This role is not me" in my head.

Demons and monsters, as if they had fallen from the ranks of terror to a position that could only scare me.

There is no need for any scientific explanation, and there is no need for any supernatural claims, the existence of the characters is false.

No matter what the other party's state is, as long as the character of Yuan Changwen exists, then everything is false.

Even if the ghost kills me, it will only kill the character of Yuan Changwen.

Can you kill the real one?

Everything is just the presentation of picture elements, what pen fairy, fox fairy, disc fairy, what?

Even if you really lean over, even if you really want to be a thousand-year-old ghost, it's just a picture element that you are aware of.

For the mind, it may be terrifying, after all, it is leaning over or being swallowed up.

But that awareness is still there, and the conscious content shift does not affect consciousness itself at all.

The end of thinking is scary, it almost means that "no role" exists.

The panic struck suddenly, and at that moment, I seemed to hear the character's cry for help.

Afraid of dissipating by himself, he subconsciously grasped it, and the role was stabilized again.

But for how long?

It's really scary, even if you're killing, even if you know the truth and the false, it's still terrifying.

It's as if an abyss is staring at itself, and not only can you not dodge, but you have to jump down.

That's right, I still grabbed the character, as if I instinctively grabbed it.

Hurry up and explode, let it all be torn apart.

There's nothing to remember, anyone is a stranger, just what I think is familiar.

In fact, I'm just familiar with the person I've set up.

Destruction is always on the way, and there is no hope in my path, only destruction.

Even demons will be destroyed in fear, there will be no fluke, everything will be burned out.

I don't have the heart to have fun, and I don't have the interest to do anything for the role.

Decisive refusal, unreasonable, and obviously okay things become not the slightest room for discussion.

What about going to get together?

What about going for tea?

A friend you haven't seen in years?

Mother, wife and children?

These are simply and rudely rejected, and even the mood fluctuations are very small.

It's like refusing to step on dog shit, resolute and clear.

As for the consequences, the so-called consequences, I don't care at all.

The part that cares, the part that analyzes and thinks, has been hacked to death by me.

These decisions carry almost no weight in my mind, and those distortions have long since dissipated without a trace.

Perhaps, he became very weird because he did not conform to the behavior pattern of the character.

However, it doesn't matter, because there is no cause and effect at all.

The presentation of the elements of the picture is just that, there is no cause and effect.

In this way, it is not to say that even if I don't want relationships, the so-called connections will still appear when I need them.

Rather, I couldn't think of a time when I would be able to use my connections.

No worries, no fears, what's the point of keeping your network firmly connected?

Anyone else doesn't exist, and I don't exist, so what's all this going on?

The mind will die, there is no way to continue thinking, and this thinking will dissipate like fireworks.

There will be no more such thinking, there will be no such thinking, there will be no continued to be called Yuan Changwen, there will be no more.

The soul trembles, as if it is swimming in a sea of suffering, and at any moment it will want to kill itself to end it all.

The feeling of devouring has never gone away, and it seems that he is happy to spit out something.

The twist in my head is so disgusting, I'm really surprised, I haven't felt it for so many years.

And, for the sake of the distortion of the mind, to have an argument with others, what the hell is this for?

The world is not real, why should it be presented?

The character of Yuan Changwen is not real, why hasn't he died yet?

It may be instinctive to cling to the character, but my aversion to falsehood is also rising.

Someday, this disgust will explode and will make the grasping hands let go completely.

At that time, it was over to catch it again, and I could only watch myself fall into reality.

Perhaps, it's not a good thing, but I don't care.

Unreal is unreal, and I don't have any reason to stay here.

Maybe there were, but now there is no idea of this, and the falsehood must be destroyed.

I know that the true price is everything, everything I have.

Because everything I have, including the mind and body, is false.

Truth, on the other hand, is the complete absence of falsehood, then all this will dissipate.

Not only suffering, but also happiness, pleasure, and a sense of accomplishment will all disappear.

Those family affection, love, friendship, and those things that are deeply touching and touching will not be kept.

Completely becoming a waste person, just a waste person with a little happiness.

Perhaps, falsehood itself is to sleep, to merge into duality.

In this way, it will seem real and playful.

Even if it's sad, even if it's sad, it's an interesting existence in front of reality.

The second hand is beating, but I don't think time exists, it's ridiculous.

I always lie to me, but I also know that there is no me here.

It doesn't exist, one falsely one me, and then falsely deceives me.

These are the presentation of picture elements, which directly present a certain state.

Subdividing this state, for ease of understanding, it will naturally be divided into scenes, characters, memories, emotions, and so on.

This role has nothing to do with me, I just don't understand why letting go is so hard.

It stands to reason that distortion requires an injection of energy, constant monitoring and control.

Letting go is just letting go, it's just a relaxed and natural state, how can it feel like brainwashing?

Constant repetition, constantly slashing the emotions of those who want to continue to flesh out the characters.

Remind yourself not to get caught up in a binary opposition.

This kind of transformation is really a bloody advance, and it is even more terrifying with the feeling of devouring.

I want to die, and maybe it seems like a great thing to find a demon to kill yourself.

The future is still intimidating me, and my life achievements are still arrogant in my head, as if I have to do something in my life.

You can't just do something just yet, you have to satisfy the distortion in your mind in order to be emotionally soothed.

However, suppose you can't succeed in this life, but you can comfort yourself that you have worked hard and have no regrets.

Since they have achieved nothing, why can they be loudly announced if they work hard, but if they don't work hard, they are like a lost dog?

I don't work hard and I haven't regretted it, right?

It's still a scared drag show, and there's nothing to discuss.

After getting rid of the emotion of regret, does it not matter whether you work hard or not?

The crux of the problem is still the distortion in the mind, which is simply a piece of shit. (https:)

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