be gentle [comprehensive]

My condition is serious again?

When I saw me who could hardly control my emotions and cried and asked to go to the hospital for an appraisal.I know that besides crying uncontrollably, I want to laugh more indifferently, and laugh out loud.

As they say - "You're crazy."

That’s right, it’s disgusting. I’ve become what they call a psycho, a psycho who doesn’t want to get married, has mental problems, and even suspects that I like the same sex, and suspects that I’m all kinds of sick neuroses.

It's funny, isn't it.

What if you ask him?Where is the one who grew up with me carefully and doted on me?

I'll just declare the answer straight away.

Whenever I wanted to hug him, I would run my hands across his body and wrap my arms around myself.

Whenever I want to show off and tell others that I have someone who will never dislike me no matter what I do, others will look at me like a madman.

Yes, I am crazy, and he is just a fool I created.

To put it simply, he is my other personality, do you understand multiple personalities?He is one of them that exists in my body.

I love him, look forward to him, and grow up under his teaching.

But other than that, he couldn't give me anything, not even the tight hug I've been waiting for.

I hate him, he existed before he knew what multiple personalities were.

He told me that I am a genius, but if you don't use it, it will be wasted. If you don't work hard, you will lose it sooner or later.

So, I told him, I don't want to be a so-called genius, I just want to live freely.

And freedom was the only thing he didn't give me, and common sense, yes, is something everyone probably knows, but I don't.

Because I'm a genius in some aspects, I just need to focus on those, other things, I don't need to know, do I?

I have stood on the top of the peak, and I know what it is like to be at the top of the mountain and see all the small mountains at a glance.

I also did the jump from the top, just to try the feeling of standing at the bottom of the mountain and looking up.

I'm trying to kill me, right?

I know, but he didn't stop me.

- Don't you exist?

——Aren't you going to protect me?

——When I am anxious, when I am depressed.

——When my hand was destroyed.

Where are you?Where are you who love me and spoil me?

I cried for help in despair, crying your name.

You didn't come out, you didn't show up, you didn't give me the slightest response.

……

When all the facts are established, I am disgusting myself to death.

It occurred to me that maybe—you were dead.

How lucky I am to have met you.

How lucky I am to go from a normal human being to what I am now.

So, is it okay to give your body to another person?

Let me disappear together with my love and hatred for you.

****

Nothing to write home about.

Only the one who is out of control and needs to vent is the one who writes.

It was agreed that we must write some of our stories, but we couldn't write too clearly.

As a recorder, a personality that can only be remembered when it is used, what should I write.

I am calm now.

In addition, halfway through my writing, I was stimulated and ran away, letting me out.

Don't worry, that I can't die.

In this boring world, only that I can struggle to survive.In the words of the rest of us?

——Do you mind if there is one more high-functioning sociopath in this world?

——Although I will not do immoral things outside the law.

If you give an example, the rest of us are similar to Sherlock Holmes, and the other me with depression and complicated emotions is equivalent to Watson.

Of course, the above is just an example.

We may not be as smart as Sherlock, but... so boring.

Be it novels, freedom, or human beings, they are all such boring things, life tsk...

Sure enough, let the other me come.

Will the sudden transformation or something scare away the readers?

Huh, what are you expecting?Our destiny is to walk alone until we die.Since we are not Sherlock Holmes, we should not expect Watson to be ours.You have learned the lesson from before.

That's right, who would have thought that the person who said he loved us would leave as soon as he said he would leave?Obviously they agreed to be together, and they also agreed to get married.

It can only be said that you are naive, can you trust your oath? Think about it since you were young, have your parents who are closest to you by blood ever lied to you?Even your dearest and most trustworthy parents have lied to you and betrayed you. Who do you think you can easily trust?

Mate, mate, Cole wanted a mate, a single-minded, whole-hearted soul mate.

Cole is really still a child, a partner, especially a soul mate, there are so many people in the world, can you find them?

Whatever, anyway, I want a partner who can love me wholeheartedly, and who can also dedicate my tenderness to the whole world to her.However, it is difficult, let's go.Didn't have high expectations.

Thinking about it this way, Yuno is really my number one goddess. I have a beautiful wife named Yuno, who goes up to the hall and goes down to the kitchen. Two-dimensional goddess.

→_→There is only Two-dimensional, three-dimensional words. . . .Under the guise of being sick and delicate, there are also ugly ones.

The last time I saw a sentence that was very good, the so-called sickness is not only about having a sickly manner, but also having a good looks.Those who are good-looking are called sickly, and those who are not good-looking are called idiots.

Face control, super big face control, Cole knows you are face control, but can you not instill your point of view in me?What if the sleeping kitten who fainted (crossed out) woke up and saw our chat records?And what if you scare away readers.

Tsk kitty, only you can shout like that.Don't worry, I um... Xiaomao rarely looks back at the things he wrote that are full of negative emotions, lock them, delete them, and eliminate black history, there is only this kind of answer.

What about readers? L, the point is the reader.In case some readers are scared away, are you responsible?

. . . .Think about where our monthly living expenses come from, and think about how many readers you have after writing for a long time, so you don’t have to worry about it, Cole.

ha?Well, maybe we can meet readers who really love us.

Have to say, don't expect our luck.Not a single reader, not a single comment, not a single answer, it is written in despair, and the last dream is shattered, it is in line with our personality and destiny to die.

→_→I don't want to talk to you anymore L.Bye, I'm going to sleep.

silence.

. . .

In other words, readers will be scared away, or think that we are talking to ourselves, and even if we become popular and attack it as black history, isn't it a matter of course?Feel free to, as long as you don't pick up the three-dimensional world.

Good night, sweet dreams.

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☆, the so-called love