I do a lot of things, and it's nice to know that I did them, and that others can't. Whether it's hiking or camping, whether it's making money or traveling, it's all about making others envy me. In other words, it's just to flesh out the characters through others.

And the hellish thing is that the so-called other people are just cognitions in my head, just "I think" things. I kept fleshing out the characters, and I kept doing things for the sake of the characters, as if it was my instinct to get the characters.

For example, when others compliment and envy me, I will be happy? I don't know, I can't say that this world is like a game, although the peasants don't actually build houses, but if the peasants order to build, there will be peasants building houses.

This is a speculation and an unfounded affirmation.

I was just aware of the emotions that were coming and the appropriate behaviors. Having fun because of the content that you are happy about? Being afraid of the content that you are afraid of?

Is that really the case?

I shouldn't have stopped at all, and I wouldn't want to. No matter how wonderful the entertainment is, it is just a hindrance for me. Maybe it will keep me distracted, but it won't last long. Even physical exertion, or some kind of high-intensity mental work, couldn't make me stop killing.

There will always be a time to rest, whether it is to rest the body or the brain, the slash will never stop. The world is not real, my existence is false, and these things are imprinted in the depths of my soul like a spell.

For what? It would be ridiculous to stop killing for whatever reason. Because the goal itself is not real, no matter how many people agree, even if they can obtain super rich things, it is only false after all.

It doesn't matter to me what other people are pursuing, all the killings are just aimed at themselves. I don't despise others because they pursue money, and I don't approve of others to kill, does it have anything to do with me?

In my case, everyone else is just NPCs, and I don't know what the setting is. Others are just part of the elements of the picture, so what's there to argue about?

Is truth good? Not necessarily, truth without characters, reality without time, this kind of reality that even the most powerful minds can't imagine.

Any cool point is not real, whether it happens or not, it is not real. I don't need to go anywhere to kill, it looks like camping in the mountains and leaving the hustle and bustle of the city behind is a better way to do it. But this is only in vain, nature itself is false, is there any difference between looking at nature and looking at the city?

This is the right moment, the best time and place to kill. Because I'm here, because I'm going to kill, that's the best fit. The interaction between the various characters makes it difficult for me to slash, but when I concentrate on slashing, the so-called others can't control anything at all.

Do I need any work now?Do I need any relationships?Maintain relationships and expect to be friends again after the killing? Or as the saying goes, these relationships are not easy to come by, and they can't be easily given up, and even killing them can't affect these relationships that are hard to maintain?

What is my mother? Although if my mother knew that I was killing her, she might take the initiative to let me kill her, but my mother still couldn't be arrogant in my mind.

I only need things that can help with the killing, like food, like air and water. I didn't let my mother know about it at the beginning, but I was afraid of disturbing my mother's leisurely life. In other words, it is the distortion in my brain that I can't destroy my mother's leisure, after all, my mother has worked hard to raise herself for so many years.

But now, even if my mother knows, she can't stop me from killing. Although it will embarrass the mother-child relationship, although there may be so-called family quarrels. However, family quarrels are an obstacle to killing, so there is only abandonment.

I don't need to convince my mother, because that would just treat my mother as a real person, and it will also make me stop killing and think about more reasonable expressions. Besides, it's just "I think" reasonable, and I don't know how my mother will understand it.

But I know it's an obstacle to killing. If my family doesn't know, then I don't have to deal with more chores. Of course, even if it happens, it won't stop me from killing, it will just turn into another kind of garbage and be thrown away.

Perhaps, after my mother found out, I continued to kill. Then, I couldn't kill it successfully in my life, and my mother cried for the rest of her life. And I, too, am just a loser in the corner and ruining the stage in anger.

What kind of drama can't happen if you have been staging and destroying the stage, but never destroying the stage?

The character has been shouting that it is unreal, but it is full of characters in some deep words and deeds, is there anything wrong with it?

But I don't want my family to know if this is something I need to kill? Could this just be an excuse to appease me and avoid killing my family?

Just because I'm not afraid of diarrhea doesn't mean I'm going to have diarrhea. However, I didn't treat my family like, and there was something I was holding onto.

The most important people in life, however, no matter who these people are or what the reason is, are not true. All this is just a character who thinks that something can't be broken. Or is it just that the elements of the picture present these contents, what is real?

Back to the previous position, all this is just the performance of the character, what is there to kill? What is the constraint? The so-called bondage, the so-called grasping, are all just the character's words and deeds, what does it have to do with that awareness?

Theatergoer mode, going around, always in theatergoing mode. Perhaps, there is no need to discuss what slashing at all, just forcing yourself to be in the theater watching mode, you can get rid of the distortion in your head.

Look, the slashing is a meaningless, immersive experience that comes from painstaking deception, and it's torn off by me. Fear could not continue to fear me, or rather, I was not interested in the content of the fear, but developed an aversion to the fear itself.

The words and deeds of those plump characters, although they can deceive me for a while, are only deception after all.

Mom is fake, and all thoughts and concepts about Mom are also false. Nothing is real, nothing is inviolable, and clinging to these self-definitions is just an act of fear.

If you don't have a mother, kill your mother. The word "kill" seems to have no effect on the mother, and the use of "kill" seems to be more able to see the scene of the mother's disappearance.

It's really strange, it's obviously the characters who are grabbing, it's obviously the presentation of the picture elements, how does all this block the real? Logically speaking, you can't stop the real at all, and that awareness has always been there.

And what is the power that makes me completely lost in the elements of the picture?

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