It feels good to be broken, and the red pain that exposes the character to the sun makes me feel comfortable.

Despite being gloomy and depressing, despite the smell of being darker than pitch black, it seems that this is a detoxification.

Squeeze the character, push yourself into fear, don't care about the twist in your head, even the most beautiful words have to be killed.

Open your hands, don't grasp the twist in your head, don't grasp the character attributes.

This is not to become a better self, but to kill a person named Yuan Changwen and completely deprive the whole world of the beauty and kindness that the whole world agrees on.

On the contrary, it makes me ruthless and not think that this ruthlessness is ruthless.

There's no need to dwell on these things, and there's no need to argue about whether it's a good thing or a bad thing for a society where people like me are all around.

Slash, move, it's that simple.

There are too many words to express, as if I am right and everyone else is wrong, nonsense.

An extension of the character's attributes, I'm just a character, just reciting lines and performing a drama.

Kill yourself, not a single me.

I've become mentally retarded, I don't seem to be able to analyse, I can't compare data, and if I don't show up, I don't even know where I'm going.

How incredible this life is, it seems very homely and simple.

"Who else has changed?"

If my mom was here, maybe she would reprimand me like she did when I was a child.

Not only did he not increase his knowledge, but he cut off those cognitions and made him no longer believe in the distortions in his head.

That is, I can't think effectively, no matter how I think, I'm just spinning around in a humble and narrow cognition, and when I think of this state, I can't think at all.

Go on, ruin your life like this, look stupid, look stupid, as if you're going to completely abolish your brains.

Over the years, I have been constantly using my brain, constantly weighing and choosing, and it seems that I have developed a system of my own.

Now, the distortion in the mind must be thrown away, not knowing is not knowing, and it is useless to spin around in "I think".

This can cause panic in life, because it is completely different from the way of life and the references are completely different.

I'm no longer steady, I'm not on solid ground, I don't know where I'm going.

I didn't have a pounding heartbeat, and I couldn't feel the pounding heart clearly, and I was in a very chaotic state at the moment.

The distortion in my brain is still there, blocking the excitement of wanting to analyze, and I don't allow the distortion in my brain to participate in the analysis.

I'm like an idiot out there, not knowing whether to go left or right.

Behind this there is still fear, the twist in the mind that wants to participate, wants to choose a good one, and is afraid that you will make the wrong choice.

So the distortion in my brain wants to analyze, but no matter how I analyze it, it is nonsense in itself.

Like someone who asks "what time should I poop", when they get an answer like "casual, appropriate", they are still panicked and still want to choose the right time.

Ridiculous.

The twisted immortality in the brain is this state.

Kill the character, destroy the world, make the explosion more violent, and blow the character to pieces.

I've been using my brain, but it's a really bad tool.

And, it's not me using my brain, it's my brain using me.

Nowadays, I know a more comfortable tool, and then the twist in my head is there to take over.

Doesn't that explain the state of affairs at the moment?

The distortion in the brain is the master, the guy who occupies the mountain.

It's so hard to stop thinking, I never found out?

Fear drives me to think, fear makes me believe in conjured up scenarios in my head, and fear makes me have to hold on to something in the midst of a raging storm to survive.

Not only is the storm fake, but the survival tools grabbed are also fake, all of which are distorted in the brain.

The fear is still there, I know I'm not done yet, and I know that the fear will always be there, it's the character's means of survival.

A plump character that never stops, and the driving force is fear.

As long as I don't finish the kill in a day, then the fear will be there, and it has nothing to do with the content of the fear.

As long as the role exists, it doesn't matter what kind of role it is.

Abandon the fear of money, and abandon the fear?

That's just the beginning, fear is everywhere, and as long as the character doesn't die, fear won't die.

My opponent is false, and fear is the means of falsehood, which makes me hold on to the character and dare not let go.

This world is not real, and the character of Yuan Changwen is not real, and the pull of emotions makes me unable to see this.

I didn't know what to do, and the distortions in my mind seemed to be dying, or rather, dead enough to think effectively.

To move forward, to continue, the twist in my head is still struggling.

Like, how can I do this idle, as if those self-written and self-directed horror stories are still there, how can I just give up like that.

I have to find something to do, or, I have to find a workaround, and the twist in my head is still playing with me.

Emotions are cooperating, none of this has anything to do with me, the distortion in my head arranges everything.

Like a ball in a whirlpool, how it rolls and spins is caused by the whirlpool.

There was no obstacle, but I couldn't get over it.

The characters are still struggling, and fear is still trying to keep me holding on to something.

None of this is true, it's not about what I should do, it's about seeing that it's all unreal.

The twist in my head was tugging at me, still trying to convince me to do something, still having those self-definitions forcing me to do something.

I should do this, I should do that, I should be responsible for having a pet, I should be responsible for my wife and children, so I have to do this or that.

It's all.

Why can't I kill my wife and children?

Why can't I get a pet and then starve my pet to death?

The distortion in the mind is saying no, the self-definition is saying that it is not allowed, as if it must be distorted or you will be a sinner.

What should I do if my wife and children are injured, what should I do if my pet starves to death, and what should I do if my wife and children are adrift in the wind and rain?

The twist in my head was desperately trying to grasp this, as if I had to be responsible, as if it was a mistake when it happened.

There's nothing wrong with it, and if the downstream requires it, then I'll do it.

And the distortion in my head is not allowed, the character attributes are not allowed, and the emotions are pulled on the side, so that all my problems are based on having to be responsible.

Then, think about it.

And the distortion in the brain has become too dead to think effectively, which is why it causes this state of confusion and confusion.

On the one hand, I was thinking about how to be responsible, but unfortunately the distortion in my brain couldn't function as efficiently as it used to, as if it was already in the state of a classic machine.

On the other hand, the heartbeat did not show that I needed to be responsible, and the twist in my mind desperately tried to make me responsible, but I couldn't get an answer.

Why can't wives and children starve to death, why can't they be injured, why can't they be downcast, why can't they be cruelly abandoned?

None of this is true. (https:)

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