Super Dimensional Injustice Exchange Group

Maybe you will say you are happy when you are angry, but in fact you can't be happy. If you really have no feelings for me, you won't be angry with me and kill me. You are not a human being. Even if you raise a small animal, you will not be happy if a puppy or a cat dies. Even if you really have no feelings and are a complete stranger, you will not be happy to see the news of someone's death. Even if you take a step back, it's all your own fault. Later, it will cause trouble to yourself and your family if you get involved in something like human life. Even the most selfish person will not feel happy.

I want to say congratulations.

But there is nothing to congratulate.

But there was nothing to congratulate so why should I do it at that time.

I lost contact with other people I knew early in the last period of time, and they didn’t know as much as I am writing here now.

Even if I cut apart all the memories since we met, I still can't find a single happy memory.

I now hate people, no matter their voice or shape.

Don't force your advice. Oftentimes, forcing your advice will only have the opposite effect.

For example, if he told me that I have family and friends who care about me, I would also consider that he has a family and his family would be sad, but he didn't consider that I also have a family and my family would be sad, so he hurt me.

For example, someone told me that there are many beautiful things in this world. When you say this, should you look at the situation? Nuclear waste water, and the new coronavirus may be positive again? Prices are rising, but wages are not. Food is getting worse and worse. And even if it is not the general trend, I have lost all interest in it. I dare not contact any human beings, and I will not read any text. I can record such angry things for my whole life. What is beautiful?

For example, I am a good person. Good people should be bullied like this, right? Good people should die, right? It is because I am a good person that I will be forced to death by him.

For example, someone told me that I have tried very hard. Of course, I know that I have tried very hard. I have been piecing together my life and relationships. But I was still crushed by others using the excuse of friends.

I only look at reality and results, and want to hear real good news. I won't listen to bland words of consolation.

It's not like a group of people looked at me with a big hole in my chest and told me to try my best to survive instead of actually trying to remedy it.

I am sick all over now. My eyes, esophagus, stomach, throat, heart, chest are all gasping. I don't have any interest at all. I can't concentrate on playing games, writing novels, watching videos, or anything else. I get annoyed when I see people or hear their voices.

Although I told my friends that I didn’t want to be this stupid nice guy anymore, in the end I was too lazy to do it.

I won't ask others to repay evil with kindness, because it is very obvious from my own situation. If you repay evil with kindness, how can you repay kindness?

This letter is for him, but I don't ask him to listen, read, or understand my painstaking efforts for her. Because even if he listens, it's useless if he doesn't do anything. It won't change anything.

Even if you don't understand or can't listen, as long as you can do something practical, it doesn't matter if you continue to be angry and hate me.

Every time I mess up something, I vent my stress on others, which makes them very excited. Then I run away.

In fact, even now, I don’t expect anyone to listen to me. Most of the explanations are for my family and readers.

If he thinks I'm forcing him, then let him. But think about it, from the beginning of our acquaintance, who is forcing whom? But I still stayed with him, didn't I?

For example, if he thinks it is not coercion, then I don’t think it is coercion either.

He felt that he was not moving himself, and so I was not moving myself either.

Similarly, if he thinks I am not being self-satisfied, then I am not being self-satisfied.

Isn't this his responsibility in the first place?

I just didn't want to make it so stiff.

I don't want my family to beg them. Because I feel sorry for my family and my other friends, but I have never felt sorry for him or his family. He owed me from the beginning to the end. My family should not be too sad. If something happens, I will also feel bad.

I used to think about what would happen to me if something happened to my family, and the results were not good.

But he might still think that I am forcing him with this matter. But the real reason is that I treat him as a friend, so I always give him a way out. I don't want to do something cruel.

Actually, I just didn't want to do anything extreme, so I always wanted to leave a way out. But I forgot that I didn't bring my phone or glasses.

I always leave a way out for others. I just want to keep things quiet, so I get stabbed in the back by him again and again. Because I don't want to make things worse, he can finally act like a victim and tell others that it's my fault.

I don’t like to be too definite or too decisive, so there are a lot of words like probably, maybe, or in my works. I don’t say things too definite, so I leave a way out. But he would think that I was forcing him to do that. For example, I still don’t want to say what he is interested in.

For example, I finally asked someone to make it public in the group where they knew him, and wrote a paragraph in it.

If you really consider me your friend, then put on your clothes, put on your head, and come to visit me. I'm going to fuck you this time.

I have no qualms about saying this in front of everyone.

Because I know this is a way to protect me. Rather than leaving him a way out, it's more like I don't want to forgive him easily and then be stabbed in the back again.

Then I stayed in the mental hospital for seven days and was released. The reason was not because my condition had improved, but because I was touched by my family.

It's because I was so afraid of people that I couldn't sleep well in the mental hospital, couldn't eat, and even couldn't relax my guard when going to the toilet, so I left the mental hospital and went home.

Let me tell you the consequences of this incident. First of all, my academic performance was definitely cut in half. Then, many parts of my body had problems and even my spit was bloody.

I don’t use QQ or WeChat anymore, only my mobile number. So I won’t set up a reader group. I won’t do that in the future.

Also because of this incident, I am now afraid of all the messages from everyone, afraid of seeing the barrage from Guangdong, so I will no longer read the relevant book reviews, I will just read the first chapters, and see what went wrong with the book through recommendation votes or subscriptions.

I don't want to see any news about him anymore, so I changed my B-station account. I used my friend's vinyl VIP account, and changed it to my own account because I randomly got a song by Gundam. I want to dig my eyes out to avoid seeing his news, and I want to cut my heart out and chop it up because I'm worried about him. I want to cut off my fingers because I agreed to his friend request three times.

Please understand, I can't be stimulated anymore.

I'm not trying to be pitiful, I'm just saying what happened to me and why I did what I did afterwards.

In the end, you still have to read the content of the book. Just like I just told you about this incident as a gossip.

I was hesitating whether to come back to write this book. There were many regrets in this book that I wanted to complete and plots that I wanted to write, but I was also hesitant. Would it be considered as reincarnation? Would it be considered as using suicide to attract attention? So I actually thought about waiting for a year or so before coming back to write this book.

Later, I made peace with myself.

I know what I think, I just want to write this book, finish it, and make up for those shortcomings. So I don't care about my reincarnation.

Making money is secondary. Later, I can open other books to earn money to support my family.

I may have to explain for each book why I don’t read posts and book reviews, because it causes psychological trauma.

But I don't want to be pitied because of this. I have always known that novels are ultimately about content. If you like it, subscribe. If you don't like it, delete it. You can't ask people to buy something that is not suitable because the seller is miserable.

If there are people who want to comfort me, just read the book and continue to post comments as usual, although I won't read them. If there are people who hate me and think I'm a bitch, they can still read the book, but I don't want to leave too many comments and comments that make people uncomfortable. Because then it won't be me who is upset, because I won't read the book reviews and comments. So if other people see uncomfortable comments and reviews, please report them. It will also make others feel more comfortable.

Just like I said. People are like a mirror. They make others feel bad, and others also make them feel bad.

I don't expect him to see any changes as a result of what I said, but I can't force him not to change either.

Whether asking him to change or not to change, it is kidnapping.

You always have to think about these things and decide for yourself what to do.

I know that I never did anything to offend him first when I treated him. I just need to have a clear conscience. He should know what he was thinking and what he did at that time. If he really feels that he has a clear conscience and that there is no problem, then I can't do anything about it. Or I didn't write this for him to read. Although I wrote it for him, it was actually written for the readers. He may continue to hate me and dislike me.

At the end of the conversation, we forgot that we were just friends, and then we forgot that we were still friends.

I will continue to reply and update this book around next Monday.

I didn’t want to burst everyone’s dreams before. I wanted to let him continue to live his life as an idiot. I wanted everyone to think that it was really my fault. I wanted the up-loader on Bilibili to think that I really had surgery.

But in the end, I still had to be the bad guy.

It's time to wake up from the dream and return to the cold reality.

Let me tell you about my current situation and future arrangements.

First of all, I cannot take care of myself. Because of that person's occupation, I won't take the elevator. Because I will see recommendations about him on Bilibili, I won't watch video websites. Because I will see comments from Guangdong in other novels, I will close the chapter when reading. Because I will see information related to that person, my heart will ache, and I have heart medicine. So I won't read the comments and book reviews. I won't read the recommendation votes. Because he is interested in cosplay, I don't go to comic exhibitions now, and I don't watch cosplay. I abandon all news about him.

I will only write chapters and post them every day. If you like them, you can read them. If there are any inappropriate posts, you can report them. I don't mean to report anything related to his interests, because I don't read private posts and book reviews, so I hope you will report the kind of comments that affect people's reading.

Maybe the setting is a little off, so just look at my personal setting. After all, you are reading a novel, not a setting collection. It could also be that the spoiler himself did not understand the setting.

Because he used to pretend to be cute, I might not write cute characters because I don't want to remember them, but I will try my best to add diverse elements. I just said that I can't grasp the characters, please forgive me. The point is, don't really hold a tinted eye and pick on those who can't grasp it well just because I said I can't grasp it well.

I might abuse the protagonist, because I am miserable now. I might also write a harem story, because I am miserable now.

Because I am afraid of humans, I don’t use social software and I don’t go out for a walk anymore.

Even if I communicate with the editor now, I still send emails to the editor through the author background. So please don't mind that I don't read book reviews and interstitial posts.

I don’t even check my family’s WeChat messages. I can’t even take care of myself.

I no longer play Yu-Gi-Oh, but I have a manuscript of a Yu-Gi-Oh book that I don’t know what to do with now.

Actually, I can't stand it not because of me, but because he really thinks I am sorry for him and lost him. It's not that I can't stand him thinking I am sorry for him, but what I can't stand is that he thinks I am sorry for him and can say stupid things to me.

In many cases, different statuses lead to different meanings of words spoken.

I can say good morning, good afternoon and good evening to him, but he is not qualified to say it.

It's like I've always treated him as a friend, and didn't throw him away as a burden, but in the end I got a call that he's not a good friend.

Because I thought he would be sad, I went to see him despite being so angry, but all I got was a reply that we were no longer a family.

I would leave messages every day, wanting to spend more time with him, not saying a bad word, trying to minimize the situation as much as possible, but in return he used my shadow to attack me.

I had already walked out of the shadow of the past, but he used my current shadow to attack me.

My expectation for him was always not to deliberately make me angry. Later, it was not to kill me. Then, it was to accompany him for 30 days and tell him that he was loved by someone too.

I always knew it was stupid of me to have expectations of him, but I still wanted to preserve my only bit of humanity.

My defense was broken not only because I was in a bad mood when I woke up, nor because I wanted to say hurtful things to him. There were also some posts that said things that he could say without thinking. That's why I was furious.

I can say I love you, but he is not qualified to say it. I can say to him, I wish you a good morning, noon and evening, but he is not qualified to say it.

Because he was the one who killed me. To say these words in this capacity is a mockery.

Just like my first love always thought that we had a falling out because of the novel. I can't stand her thinking that was the reason. What I can't stand is that she thought it was this thing, and then she turned around and advised me to work hard. It was obviously her who brought me the biggest shadow, but she stood up straight and advised me to work hard. I can't stand that he made me go from moderate depression to severe depression, and then he made me schizophrenia, and then she thought I was pretending. This is what I can't stand.

But I won’t blame my first love, because I was also a bit of a jerk at that time and felt a bit sorry for her.

What I can't stand is not the misunderstanding, but the stubborn belief that I have let them down and the thoughtless words I say. That is simply a mockery.

Other friends I know also make fun of my past. Although I am annoyed, I am not angry because these friends also do things to comfort me, such as finding a fortune-teller to help me read my fortune. My first love asked me if I was doing well after seven years, and was ready to send me some fruit when we met.

For the last person I knew, if I could feel even a little kindness from her, I wouldn't have reacted so strongly.

I messed up everything, and now I still think it's my fault. Wish me a good morning and good night. This is a face-jumping taunt.

What I cannot accept is not badness, but stupidity. Stupidity to the extreme is badness.

Just like this incident, it will be the biggest shadow in my life, abandoning what happened before, and finally leaping to become the biggest shadow in my life. Then turn around and wish me good morning, noon and evening.

This isn't stupid.

It’s like the words spoken by a dead person and the words spoken by a living person have two different weights.

I can wish him happiness, but he cannot wish me happiness.

Because the days before I met him were the easiest and happiest, but after I met him, they were the worst. This shadow and nightmare will last a lifetime. He himself put me in hell and I can't be happy. Before I met him, I never took heart-related medicine like I do now.

Just like book reviews and side posts, I liked to read these the most when I was writing books before. Although I would not discuss the plot with readers, I would feel comforted if someone discussed my story. But now I don’t want to see what anyone says.

But if I say that, he will also feel that he has been so annoyed since he met me that he has even stopped using QQ. He will never think that he was the one who added me as a friend in the first place, that he said the stupid words, and that he was the first to do the stupid things. When the fire started, I was always putting it out, and he was always adding fuel to the fire. In the end, he drove me to death.

He didn't understand at all that he had no right to say these words of blessing.

I would apologize only because I care about his feelings, not because I really feel sorry for him. It doesn't matter what I did. Since we met, he has always been the one who feels sorry for him.

Because he has been doing things that destroy friendships. I have been trying to reconcile, but he can finally turn the tables on me.

At the end of the conversation, he was the one who forgot that we were just friends, and he was also the one who forgot that we were at least still friends.

We have never been enemies.

I still have a place for him in my heart and accept him completely. But it is different from the relationships I had with the previous ones. I felt guilty about the first few people, but I was completely angry and furious with him.

But if he can still find my contact information, I will still talk to him properly. If he encounters any difficulties, I will help him. If he vents any pressure to me, I can still take it. But I also said that if you don’t really intend to devote yourself to me, don’t come to me. Otherwise, I will just help him vent his emotions and then delete him immediately.

Just because I gave him a place, he thought I still had feelings for him. He thought I was wrong. Just like that time, because I easily forgave him, he thought he didn't do anything wrong.

Because I treated him better, he thought he could keep irritating me.

But all this is just because I don't want to make him sad and I treat him as a friend.

But he just thought I had ulterior motives towards him and continued to hate me, forgetting that now all this was his own fault.

Because it is easy to get, we don’t cherish it.

But I will do it, regardless of other people's eyes. Just for my own satisfaction. As long as I have known him, I will not say anything except what will burn me.

I am not a romantic person, I will not commit suicide just because we broke up. It's just that he is deliberately using my psychological shadow to stimulate me. That's why I am so tired that I can't stand it.

If you have never seen the light, you will not be afraid of the darkness.