I'm a 34 year old homeless and jobless person.
I'm plump and ugly, a nice guy who regrets how he lived his life.
I wasn't homeless three hours ago; I was a veteran NEET who hadn't left my room for the past year.
However, my parents had passed away without me noticing.
As a NEET, I didn't even attend the family meeting, let alone the funeral.
And in the end, I was chased out of the house.
I banged loudly on the walls and floor, flailing about as if no one was at home, for no one spoke up for me.
I was masturbating in my room on the funeral day when my siblings suddenly rushed in, dressed in mourning clothes, and declared that they were severing all relations with me.
I ignored them, and my younger brother took a wooden bat and destroyed the computer I valued more highly than my life.
Half-crazed, I lunged at them, but my older brother has a dan rank in karate, and I was viciously beaten in turn.
I sobbed and begged for forgiveness in an unsightly manner, but I was chased out the door, and didn't even have time to change my clothes.
I endured the throbbing pain in my chest (most of my ribs were probably broken), and walked unsteadily on the streets.
My siblings' rebukes from when I left the house resounded in my ears.
They were harsh insults that were difficult to take in.
My heart was completely broken.
What did I do wrong?
All I did was masturbate to a mosaic-less loli video during my parents' funeral......
What should I do next?
No, my mind does indeed know.
Find a job or part time job, then a place to live in, and buy some food.
How should I go about this?
I don't know what I should do to find a job.
Hmm, I still know about going to "Hello".
But though I'm not showing off that I have more than 10 years experience in staying indoors, how the heck should I know where Hello is? Furthermore, even if I go to Hello, I'd heard that it only introduces you to a job.
I'd have to bring a resume, go to the recommended place, and take an interview. I'd have to go for an interview in a dirty sweatsuit covered with sweat and blood.
Heck, if I can get employed, even I wouldn't employ a fellow wearing something crazy like this. Maybe I would sympathize with him, but I definitely wouldn't employ him.
Are there any shops that sell resume papers?.
Stationery stores? Convenience stores?
Maybe a convenience store might have them if I do go there, but I don't have any money.
And then, what will I do if I settle all of that?
Assuming that I do get lucky, manage to borrow money from a financial institute, get a change of clothes, and buy some resume papers and stationery.
I'd heard that you can't complete the resume if you don't record your residence.
It's over. Right at this moment, I finally found my life reaching its end.
.....Hah.
It started to rain.
The icy rain pierces through my clothes that I'd worn for I don't know how many years, mercilessly stealing my body heat away
...... If I could start over from the beginning.
I couldn't help saying that.
I wasn't born as such a rotten human.
I was born as the third son in a somewhat wealthy family. Two older brothers, one older sister, and one younger brother. The fourth in amongst the five siblings. In primary school, I was praised as clever despite my youth.
Even though I wasn't considered great at studies, I was good at games, a brat who's pretty good at sports. I was even once the center of attention in my class.
Then in junior high school I entered the computer club, consulted magazines, and saved enough money to assemble a computer. I stood out amongst my family, none of whom could write a single line of code.
The turning point in my life was high school...... no, it started in the third year of junior high. I was so busy tinkering with the computer that I neglected my studies. Thinking back on it now, that was where it all started.
