I don't have a beautiful forest and floor-to-ceiling windows, so I only have a domestic computer for Diaosi.
So "Sleep in the Deep" was knocked out as my sleepless night.
Some of the lines gave me a random thought, the following
"Exist to be one kind of right, but not one kind of duty" Your existence (life) is a right, not a duty.
I think we should really control our own life with a hedonic state of mind, instead of passively shouldering the responsibilities given by others that do not belong to us. You can control your life, your life or death. You can kill yourself in the cruelest way like Mishima Yukio, as unforgettable as all the beauty and violence he left behind. You can also think like me all night about what toys to bring when you go to Antarctica to freeze to death, and consider suicide as an artistic act full of good wishes. Because suicide is my wish.
Really, a lot of responsibilities that are not my own have caused me to suffer from a lot of personality disorders, making me frown, although the corner of my mouth is smiling, but the eyebrows that others can't see bear double the sadness, so today I already feel that I am no longer suitable for the youthful loli style, but I can only keep a full head curtain forever. Only in this way can I cover my ten thousand years of frowning.
"You call it love? It's going to be against my will. Listen, someone who really loves me will help me die. That's love, Rosa, that's love."
"You're a tormented woman. When I wake up, I think about how to make life full of meaning.”
“Pastor: sacrificing life is not true freedom.
Lemon: But sacrificing freedom is not life.”
Things have to be resolved sometime. The harm of delay syndrome is self-evident, and we call it procrastination when it comes to play.
So this night, I made a huge decision.
It was a big decision, but it was too boring to mention.
It's not rational enough to analyze the pros and cons of "what if" like the Chandler list in "Friends", but it seems to have a negative tendency no matter the small things that come to mind. It's not sentimental enough, it's not like when you say goodbye to your first love and write the lyrics of "What I Miss" all over the closet, but no matter what love song you listen to, you seem to lie down and get shot;
I've made this decision, don't be good to me anymore Tell me to think about it again, to shake the courage and determination I have finally built up, to raise my doubts to cover up the uncertainty in my heart, do you really think about me? So make my life a little more miserable?
"Listen, someone who really loves me will help me die. That's love. That's love."
I knew the topic of freedom involved a complex process of transcendence between the id and the superego, even if I went to ask As a teacher teaching personality psychology, I didn't get the ideal answer either.
But sacrificing freedom cannot buy life, and life is my right, not my obligation.
For the rest of my life, I will continue to pursue freedom, ethics, whatever, floating clouds.
"From now on, time will be my ally, and only the evolution of time and human conscience can decide in the future whether my request is reasonable or unreasonable.
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Those who love me say it is reasonable. Because they know that at this moment, blind support is real support.
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