When did you become the kind of person you hate?

 　　The state I dislike most is living in constant anxiety, feeling restless and sad, unable to enjoy life anymore, being eroded by entertainment, and gradually accepting this superficiality.


　　It's worse than death; you start to doubt if life is a parabola, each day dulling you like a whetstone. When you can no longer maintain your uniqueness, when inner doubt overwhelms all persistence, empty your mind.


　　Let it go. Before anyone says anything, you choose self-exile. Rather than saying we've been changed by something, it's more accurate to say we're simply empty and weak.


　　The world is irrelevant to me, others are irrelevant to me. When you have no demands, have you ever treated yourself well? How can someone who doubts and hates themselves not become the person they hate? It


　　's difficult, isn't it? I don't know which way the wind is blowing, I only know that my voice cannot choke back. If I can't be a clown full of gimmicks, if I can't let even one person into my castle, then stay there.


　　Don't think about letting anyone into the castle. If you can't get people close to you, then ignore the noise. If you ask nothing of others, then just speak your own mind. I am one of those people; I only want to listen to my own voice, so what?


Rather than struggling, cut off all escape routes and isolate yourself from the world.

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