Read the comics.
　Watch the movie.
　Watching cartoons.
　Listening to music.
　The rest of my time is spent touring the Internet with no particular goal in mind.

　Occasionally, I'd try out a MMORPG that was just starting to be serviced, but it didn't last long.
　I was distressed by the abusive language of the stray PTs, and I had to delete my account immediately, several times.
　After some time like this, I stopped playing online games.

　The next thing I did was to move away from consuming entertainment.
　In proportion to that, the internet connection rate also dropped.
　Eventually, I didn't even start up my computer.

　So what did I usually do?

　I just do nothing but wrap myself up in the covers and go to sleep more often.

'It's too hard mode to get stuck if you stumble just once in a big way, isn't it, life?

　I lie in bed and murmur to no one.

'And the older I get, the more difficult it gets,'

　Anyway, even if I asked someone for advice now, they would probably end up telling me I was "spoiled" or "I deserved it".
　Should I have been reluctant to work for a suitable company?
　But it's no good if the company doesn't want you to get a job, either....

　--I'm sure it's no good because you're thinking in such a trivial way.

　I've been thinking about it for a while now.

Anyway.........I failed in life.

　Emptiness.
　Is life so miserable that I never found what I wanted to do?
　I change my position and lie down.

Even if I could start my life over, at what point would I have to go back?

　I felt like no matter where I went back to, it would somehow end the same way.

　　　　　　　　　　*

　Lately, I've been riding the conventional train more and more often, getting off at stations far from my home.
　The reason why I do this is to find a station near a mountain with an internet map and go mountain-climbing.
　I was dressed like a complete stranger to the mountains.

　Before I left the house, the TV in the living room was telling me that a typhoon was coming.
　He didn't care about it.
　In fact, it was a good thing.

　I decided to climb the mountain, not caring about the approaching typhoon.

　I took the train from the station to the end of the line and told the taxi driver at the roundabout that I was going to my destination.
　The taxi driver looked at me quizzically and asked me if I was sure.　There's a typhoon coming, okay? He was kind enough to ask me for help.
　I just replied, "Please.

　The driver gave me a somewhat unconvincing look, but silently looked forward and stepped on the gas pedal.

　There was no one at the foot of the mountain.
　Then maybe that's a good thing.

　I felt resigned, but at the same time I felt somewhat liberated.

　Oh, what if....
　If there is such a thing as the afterlife...

　I hope I can find something to do next.

　Goodbye, my life of nothing.

　And so my life came to a very sad end with nothing.