The world will eventually perish, like wisps of green smoke that will eventually dissipate into the air.

The survival of the characters is just a joke.

The presentation of the elements of the picture determines everything, and this so-called everything does not exist at all.

Losing basic humanity, it's not something to pretend and then use it to flesh out the character.

Like amnesia, not remembering is not remembering.

The days seemed distant and vague, and even trying to recall them could not necessarily remember anything.

Stunning nature, it seems, that's what it is.

Like a dead body, waiting to die completely.

The only thing that can influence me is my emotions.

That kind of constant weighing, careful choice, and racking of brains seems to have turned into "so be it" or something like that in the end.

So, what exactly am I living?

The character is just flickering on, as if it's just a stiff way to keep the role, but it's useless at all.

Death was close to me, and the feeling of devouring was still spreading in my body.

If you don't understand the world or others, you just wait for death to come.

Negative, depressed, depressed, no matter how you describe it, you can't shake me in the slightest.

No matter how beautiful the rhetoric is, no matter how simple the truth is, it can't change me and affect me.

The role of Yuan Changwen has been played bad by me, but it is not enough, it is enough to destroy the character.

The misdirection of the temporal continuity, the misdirection of cause and effect, as if everything is quite normal, except for the killing.

As long as the authenticity of the character is determined, then how to change the character's attributes can be discussed.

How long can you keep the character?

I don't understand why people need friends.

I don't know what else to say, I've thought about it enough.

The talk is over, all that remains is to wait for death.

I was looking forward to death, to facing the real fear of being black again.

The truth has always been there, neither increasing nor decreasing, nor perishing.

All I can do is make the character explode, let the heart collapse, and let myself die.

Or rather, the elements of the picture are being presented like this.

Thinking can't do anything, thinking itself is just a picture element, and everything is a presentation of picture elements.

It has nothing to do with me.

Whether it happens good or bad, it's not up to me.

It seems that it is my words and actions that cause something to happen, but it is just a picture element explaining the picture element.

Once time is removed, these memories are merely visual elements that are perceived at the moment, and are not worth believing at all.

It is only when the character is taken as real that it is considered that time also exists, and causality exists.

Also, objective things exist.

The most perfect explanation, taken as true, has always been so misinformed.

I still fantasize about being cool, even though I know it's fleshing out the characters.

The world is changing, time is passing, and these things seem to be gradually moving away from me.

Isn't the so-called sense of crisis fear?

And reality slaps you in the face, isn't this a curse?

Don't dwell on other people, don't dwell on the twists in your head, whether you convince or not, it's a kind of procrastination in itself.

Although, convincing people is great, and convincing the twists in my head feels good, I've stopped moving forward.

Want to express it more clearly, for whom?

The so-called authority, the so-called master, is only a picture element after all.

It's no different from a piece of shit.

It's all unreal stuff.

What are relatives and friends, and what are family members.

It's just important under the pull of emotions, and it's not worth mentioning at all.

If there is no emotional pull, even the so-called dilemma will not appear.

In the final analysis, it's just the deprivation of character attributes, as if "how can I treat relatives and friends like this" or something.

It's not how important relatives and friends are, but how important this character attribute is.

If there is one character attribute that can greatly flesh out the character, then it is natural to discard some other character attributes that hinder that character.

For example, abandon your family and children, go to an alien planet to work hard, and then stand at the peak of life.

Or, for the sake of a life-saving benefactor, he will not hesitate to destroy his hometown to accomplish this goal.

There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that I don't like it, it's just that I don't allow this.

The twist in my head doesn't have the right to control me, it's as simple as that.

Even if the distortion in the brain is said to be fanciful, it is useless.

The character is going to die, and I'm going to dissipate.

It's against human nature, but I don't care, human nature isn't a big thing in the first place.

It's all artificially distorted.

Die, burn, rage, shatter.

Nothing can stop me, everything will go back to its place, standing in an unreal position.

There's no need to think, there's no need to guess what goes with the flow, there's nothing wrong with that relaxed and natural feeling.

I don't understand how other people live, even though I used to live that way.

Now it seems that the life that used to be incredible, is it really living?

Without me, the world is false.

I didn't know how to continue, I just looked at myself stupidly, and then realized that the killing was not yet complete.

I don't have to think about how to live or something, it's not a problem at all.

The role of Yuan Changwen is irrelevant, and none of me in this world is just wishful thinking.

Talking to friends only makes me more disgusting.

Perhaps, when you really talk to your friends, you will re-enter the character and maintain the character as if instinctively.

But how long can this behavior be sustained?

There's nothing to talk about, there's nothing to discuss,

I don't believe in what people can teach me, or what I can learn.

The whole world is not real, the characters are also false, and no matter how much you feel, it's.

After all, it's just the role level, and it will always be just the role level.

Including the previous bathing grace, what about it?

The characters are indeed very relaxed and natural, and that grateful mentality is rampaging through the body like an explosion, but it is still unreal.

And others, who want to flesh out the characters through me, can easily provoke me to fight.

Because I'm not done yet.

In addition, these distortions, these emotions, make me reluctant to get close.

Perhaps, all will become strangers.

I don't think about others, and I don't worry about others.

If others are good to me, that's how they should be, and it's not good for me, because it can only happen like this.

Everyone has become dispensable, all of this has nothing to do with my thinking, just the presentation of picture elements.

The so-called "what I don't do, what others will do" and the like are just "what I think", and they are just summaries that I get from memory.

What is there to believe?

Enjoy "I don't know" with peace of mind and enjoy all kinds of gifts.

Then, move on, further.

There are still a lot of rhetoric in my head, and there are a lot of twists and arrogances that I don't even see.

It's just that the emotions are gradually becoming gentle, and those distortions are also adopting a policy of softness, so that I don't recognize them as distortions at all. (https:)

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