It's death.

There is nothing to say and nothing to write about, just let yourself die.

Don't say anything to put down, and you don't need to say anything to kill, let the character die and everything will rest.

There are only those words, and there is only one opponent, and no matter how much you say, it's just nonsense.

Die, destroy, slash, burn, and shatter characters.

I don't know why I still have hope, and behind it, I can clearly see the bewitching woman who fears it.

There is no need to make any sense, it is to buy full, it is to destroy.

It is also impossible to continue to grasp anything, all falsehoods will be burned clean in the flames.

I'm dead, what else is there to catch.

The existence of the character of Yuan Changwen is false in itself, and it is the biggest distortion, but it is not me.

Characters are just characters, and there is no one me.

How else to be broken, how to die.

Why are the characters so resilient, and the result of this tenacity is just endless pain.

Part of me wants to continue to grasp the characters, continue to grasp the familiar lifestyle, and at least I am familiar with it, despite the bad anxiety of one kind or another.

And the other part of me just wants to destroy, no matter what life you have, as long as it's not true, you will destroy it all.

Character tenacity makes slashing difficult and turns into a tug-of-war.

Come to think of it, it can be regarded as the growth of the slash.

The part of me that wanted to be killed, gradually grew stronger, and gradually overpowered the part of me that wanted to capture the role.

And whatever part it is, it is itself false.

There is no killing, no killing is completed, and it has no effect on the truth.

But I just can't help but want to continue to kill, and when the killing itself becomes a new obstacle, a new place for fear of invasion, then kill "my killing".

Anyway, it's all characters, I don't know what will happen, I don't know how I can kill it, I don't know.

It's all picture elements, I'm not wrong anyway, I haven't lost anyway, I'm not going to get any damage anyway, because there's no me at all.

Everything in this world is a picture element, something that doesn't exist.

Real but unchanging, black and motionless there.

The character of Yuan Changwen is simply an inconsequential thing, so there is nothing that can't be killed.

Even if I didn't kill the character, even if this life was really just a waste of time, it didn't matter, it was still just a visual element.

Besides, all presentation is not determined by thinking, and no matter how hard I try to analyze it, I can't control the presentation of the elements of the picture.

In fact, I'm just a character who is performing and ruining the stage, and it's still a presentation of picture elements, and it's still just a role-level thing.

These words have been said countless times, and I really don't know what else to say, it's nothing more than a different way of saying it.

Unreal is unreal, and then just throw it away, why bother here and keep dwelling on things that have been said countless times.

Let me die, there is nothing to regret.

Of course, if I die, I won't have such feelings of regret.

It is only when there is a distortion in the mind that emotions such as regret arise.

I'm afraid I won't be able to kill it, I'm afraid I'm going to be a sarcasm in the eyes of everyone.

These fears are no longer as blatant as they once were, but they are still there, and the tension that flashes from time to time makes me uncomfortable.

It's as simple as that, the appearance of fear only makes me unhappy and makes me sick.

I'm like a stunned young man, I don't care about the consequences or interests, if you dare to fear me, then I will kill you.

That's it, unreasonable, not analytical, not to weigh up.

Where are the four mouths needed, it's all nonsense, it's all to hinder the killing.

Reasonable?

All the truth is based on the fact that the world is very real, and this character hates the truth, and reasoning itself is a waste of time.

Perhaps, at the beginning of the killing, seeing the distortion in his mind is just "a certain amount of truth", which requires a certain degree of thinking.

But now, thinking is just a hindrance.

I know none of this is true, what else do I think?

Why should I think and not kill?

It's too obvious, it's that I'm afraid of discarding this familiar state, whether it's life or world view, etc., it's a character attribute.

In the deepest part, I am still afraid of "no role".

I just want to die, nothing will exist after the character dies, and those problems, those entanglements, those plans, and those ideas will all disappear with the death of the character.

Does this alternation of sinking and devouring and relaxation really represent that you are moving forward, really representing yourself in slashing?

I don't know, I don't want to know, even if I don't, will I stop killing?

Or, you want to think about the right way to kill.

But how do I know that the slash will lead to the slash completion?

The distortion in my head is always just a guess, and I will never find the right answer, and if I spend time on finding the right slash, it may really take a lifetime.

Because distortion can never find the right, only the one that "I think" Jeongjo, or "I believe" the right.

If it's not real, throw it away, how else do you think about such a simple thing?

It's like a person thinking about how to shit, how to sleep, how to throw away the shit in his hands, so ridiculous that he doesn't even know what to say.

I don't know what the state of the characters is, but the characters are not real, the world is not real, and the discussion is over.

The rest, is to slash or throw away, or to destroy.

And what prevents these brokenness from happening is the distortion in the mind, and it is also the faint fear.

Death is happening, and I don't know exactly when it will be completely dead.

It's all a representation of the elements of the picture, and it stands to reason that I should give up my life completely and just go with the flow.

There's nothing to be excited about, there's nothing to be angry about, it's just graphic elements.

Whether the killing is completed or not is only presented by the elements of the picture, which has something to do with thinking.

The distortion in the mind is not worth believing at all, and the simplest truth is only a distortion and only a prejudice.

I'm grasping at these distortions, and then the very obvious effects are flowing downstream, like a drop of water with its own mind in the ocean.

Real life has shown this countless times, and I can't find any reason to keep grasping at the twist in my head other than because of fear.

In other words, the picture elements are presented in this way, and the phrase "because of fear" is only the picture element explaining the picture element.

No matter what else the character has and what he is still clinging to, he has to die.

The state of wanting to die is so clear, the feeling of devouring gradually permeates the whole body, and the shattering of the character is bound to occur.

The truth is there, and it's always been there.

There is no need for rhetoric, no quibbles, no way to escape that awareness in any case, anything the character does is just what is perceived. (https:)

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