The character is struggling, and through those cool fantasies, it shows the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of a character's real existence.

Funnily enough, I'm experiencing these things, so why do I need to fantasize about them?

What's even stranger is that even if it's a little bit of a fantasy, I fantasize about going through some ordeal or going through some torture, and I fantasize about it with the mentality that "these pains are good."

However, hasn't the character of Yuan Changwen experienced suffering and torture?

Why do you seem unwilling in reality, and expect these pains in fantasy?

Perhaps, knowing that the scene in your mind is not your own, or knowing that you will eventually stand up and win.

I don't need to dwell on these things, it's just slashing.

The character of Yuan Changwen has a wonderful life, full of legends, and has done a lot of things that others can't do.

The most important thing is that I am very satisfied with this character, whether it is the place of birth, the circle of life, or the family background, etc., I am very glad that the picture elements are presented in this way.

Now, when it comes to the time of death, there is nothing to hesitate about, it is suicide or destruction.

Fear is an obstacle to all of this, whether it's a better life or a killing.

Ironically, I couldn't confront the obstacle head-on, and the very idea of getting rid of fear was itself driven by fear.

See the unreal, and throw it away.

Perhaps, the scope of unreality is limited to the distortion of the mind, and does not touch the unreal world, the unreal characters, the unreal time, etc.

In this way, you may be able to become a better version of yourself, you can have fun in this world, live a relaxed and natural life, and do things simply and fearlessly.

It's not enough, this kind of life, although beautiful, is still unreal.

There's no reason for me to stop here, to throw it all away, to throw away the whole picture element.

Let yourself die, let the character die, there is no room for negotiation.

Only destruction remains, only shattered, everything is nonsense, all to hinder the death of the character.

There is nothing real in this world, and looking at the variety of pedestrians on the road, it seems that this world is even more false.

Proving truth with a wide variety of varieties is a kind of in itself.

Unreal is unreal, no matter how beautiful and magical, it is still unreal.

This world, including the character of Yuan Changwen, has no trace of authenticity at all, and I don't understand how my former self could never think about this simple question.

I can't see the reality of the world, I can't see the reality of the characters, and the only thing that makes me dare not let go is the blessing of fear.

When fear hit, I was directly immersed in emotions and couldn't struggle, and that feeling of fear made me have no time to care about the so-called reality.

However, it all ends, and when the character dies, it all ends.

It's all picture elements, characters, thinking, and time are just picture elements, how can they continue to live, and how can they not die.

I don't believe I'm going to keep holding on to it, maybe fear or something else will delay the character's death, but it's just delay.

Even with the presentation of the graphic elements, I have no reason to believe that the characters can continue to survive.

It's dead, the role of Yuan Changwen.

I'm going home, with Cutie Death.

It's not real, it's just an inexplicable character, just a play that's been set for a long time.

Including this thinking, all of them are picture elements.

I'm like a trash actor who doesn't go into the stream, others vividly perform the ups and downs of life and death, and I am just a shriveled and pale performance.

I can't be emotionally invested, because these so-called sufferings themselves are not real, and the character of Yuan Changwen is not me.

The confusion about the future, the fear of the career, the responsibility for the wife and children, the family, and the pressure on others to be responsible, all of which have become a kind of estrangement, and it seems hard to believe that others can be so engaged.

When people point out my idleness, accuse me of being negativity, and insult me for all kinds of dehumanization, I simply respond without much emotional swings, "Oh".

I can't see the anxieties, it's just a twist in my head.

And I have long decided that no matter how reasonable the distortion in my head is, I must stay away from it, distortion is distortion, prejudice is prejudice.

I'm not done yet, but I know I'm sure I'm done.

It's just "it can happen", and the distortions in my mind are just "there is some truth", and it's all because of the blessing of fear, so I don't need to discuss anything at all, just throw it away.

Others like twists, others like characters, what does it have to do with me.

Needless to say, death.

Which cool fantasy is not standing behind the fear?

There was fear everywhere, and when you saw it, it was disgusting, and the fear pretended to be something else, and it was arrogant and arrogant to manipulate me.

None of this is real, there is no me at all, how can fear manipulate me?

Throw it away, it's all thrown away, it's all the character's related bullshit.

Kill characters, destroy lives, there is nothing left behind.

What kind of state Yuan Changwen's character is, whether he is likable or annoying, what he has or what he loses, it doesn't matter.

subconsciously will regard the character of Yuan Changwen as himself, or rather, the picture elements are always presented like this.

Present a large part of the thinking to think that it is the role of Yuan Changwen, and what to do for this role.

Another small part of the mind is presented as knowing the unreality of the world.

Let's die, there's nothing to say, just die.

I don't believe I'm still alive, those twists in my head, those shit that I hold on to, will be burned clean sooner or later.

Throw them away, destroy them, kill them all.

Everything is just the presentation of the elements of the picture, the awareness is there, the consciousness is there, and the black reality is there.

There are too many things about the characters, and those cool fantasies never seem to stop.

Falsehood never ceases to make me grab the character, any means can be used, and the picture elements are always presented that way.

It's still unrealistic, and no matter how the elements of the picture are presented, they can't be changed.

Objective things look very real, and the visual touch and the approval of other people's words seem to be so real that there is no need to doubt them at all.

However, once you get serious, once you get honest, "objective things really exist" is just one of the best, best and most reasonable guesses, and it is only possible.

If it's not real, it's thrown away, and the character must die.

No matter what monster I become, there's no reason for me to stop slashing.

Go ahead and go further.

It's not enough, you have to continue to burn, even if you are in pain, this burning will not stop.

As long as the falsehood exists, as long as the distortion in the brain remains, the burning will not stop.

Whatever I take as true, it's all, it's all wishful thinking.

So, please break. (https:)

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