In fact, all I can do is slash.

No matter how unhindered the reality is, I'm still just a visual element.

Moreover, my slash cannot lead to the completion of the slash, or rather, whether the slash can be completed does not depend on whether I kill or not, but the direct presentation of the picture elements.

Present, I lead to the completion of the slash by slashing.

Present, I slashed but still couldn't finish the kill.

Present, I give up the slash to cause the slash to be completed.

Present, I gave up the slash and couldn't finish the slash.

What's not to do with the presentation of these picture elements?

I'm not sure what I'm going to do at the moment, and the idea of weighing it in my head with a twist in my head isn't worth believing.

When I wasn't sure if the action could lead to a goal, the distortion in my head was confusing.

And when any of my actions could lead to a deviation from the goal, fear comes into play and makes me cling to something and force my actions to lead to the goal.

Don't talk about this shit anymore, explode, die, just kill the character, what's there to say.

Let the character dissipate, and let the slash dissipate.

There will be nothing, nothing will be left, and there will be no more.

Tear yourself apart, those who are praiseworthy, those who are worth cherishing, and those who are worth grasping firmly, all have to be killed.

These things make me who I am, with all kinds of words to describe them, all kinds of self-definitions to frame them, and that's how the characters are formed.

I don't think I can do bad things, and then a boundary arises.

To be kind, to be polite, to be filial, to be responsible for treating wives and children, these are the boundaries that accommodate the role.

Sometimes, when the boundaries change, the character will have a clear reaction, maybe excited or uncomfortable.

But when it comes to erasing the boundary, the character screams like a ghost, and the emotions begin to pull.

These are not me, although the role of Yuan Changwen is great, although the fantasy cool point can indeed bring the sense of security after the character is plump, but unfortunately it is not real.

Tearing myself apart, slashing characters, completely counterintuitive behavior, and I can't stop at all.

The urge to die is getting stronger day by day, how long can the character hold out?

The sense of brokenness is getting worse, the urge to throw everything away is growing, how long can sanity be maintained?

I didn't know what to expect, and I didn't want to know, the distortion in my head didn't qualify for existing.

Rush to slash, jump off cliffs, ruin lives, and tear them to pieces.

What are you still thinking?

The distortion in my head is just a piece of shit, I have thought too much, I have already seen the true face of the distortion.

Keep thinking about it, just to avoid slashing.

None of this is true, such a simple thing is so complicated, and it has become a tug-of-war.

is to destroy all this, no matter what the character of Yuan Changwen wants to grasp, it must be destroyed.

And the idea that "killing can lead to the truth" must also be destroyed.

There was only abuse and anger left, and there was no need for me to suppress my anger, nor for me to slow down my madness, as if anger and madness were bad things.

Reason is firmly there, so that anger and madness cannot pass through, only lingering inside.

Break reason, break the boundaries of characters, and ruin life.

There is no life at all, there is no so-called life, all this is just the presentation of picture elements.

Destroy it.

The character must die, and the anger is condensing in the body, and once again the attack wants to kill the character.

I never thought that my reason could be so powerful.

There is nothing to discuss, the three words untrue have been sealed and put to an end.

Those words for dreams are still just emotional confrontations, and fear still stands behind them.

It seems to be enthusiastic and inspirational, but in fact it is still fear.

It's not real, it's not real to slash, it's not real to the characters, it's not real to anything.

There is no reality in this world, just as there is no dreamer in a dream.

There's nothing I need to pay attention to, and there's nothing important.

Things that once seemed very important were just grasps formed by the tug of fear.

More friends, easy to walk?

An unfounded affirmation, I have no interest in rebutting it, it does not occupy the slightest place in my head.

All kinds of things about my mother, just for the stability of the empire, and the fear of needing someone to take care of in the future, put together and pull and grab things.

About money, it's just a so-called sense of security, just a fear of an uncertain future, and then the twisted description of the scene in my head.

It's all fear, and all kinds of money are not real, but I hold on to them.

Even the simplest "we can talk about life with a material foundation" is just an unfounded affirmation given by a distortion in the mind.

Once the time is removed, the absurdity of these affirmative sentences becomes apparent.

Words based on countless assumptions, no matter how beautiful they are, are just nonsense.

It is fear that makes me grasp these distortions, and it is fear that makes me believe in obviously unfounded affirmations as truth.

I was afraid of running out of money, so I made up a terrible scenario about running out of money, and then I started to make up countermeasures, and at the same time, in order to prove that I was not afraid, I made up the necessity of money again.

From the first punctuation mark in the previous sentence, none of the things are real.

Allowing fear to exist, allowing fear content to occur, is equivalent to erasing the boundaries of the character.

And then what?

I'm still in this falsehood, I still haven't finished killing, and even, I haven't continued to kill at all.

Here are some words that have been said a long time ago, going around in circles, just not to hurt the characters.

Die, is it possible that I don't know what I'm grabbing?

Is it possible that I don't know what I'm fearing?

Selectively ignore and protect the character from that fragmented state.

Yes, the feeling of achieving nothing is terrifying, and to a large extent, achieving nothing is equivalent to not having a role.

I will become a stranger, so I can enjoy my mother's love with peace of mind, and I never think about reciprocating or anything like that.

These are just the presentation of picture elements, without a mother, without a me.

All of them are like good NPCs, just for me.

In other words, they are just picture elements presented for the purpose of enriching the picture.

With peace of mind, you have to take advantage of others, you have peace of mind to watch things develop, and you have peace of mind to do bad things.

It has nothing to do with the distortion in the mind, it's just going with the flow.

The anchor pulls the ship of life, wants to control it yourself, and wants to let all kinds of anchors pull and sail.

Why should I follow this bullshit when the twists in my head set up the rules?

Even, the so-called price of non-compliance is just a self-written and self-directed twist in the mind.

It's just speculation.

Like the apple will fall from the tree, it's still just a guess. (https:)

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