Am 26 years old, who lives in single room with, the so-called best friend, for around four years, as long as I can remember.
Furthermore am, shut-in otoku.
Living on my many many novels.
You know what is so fun, is that I can't remember, for how long, I have been reading these Isekais and supernatural fanfictions, what worst is that am a strong believe in apocalypse and energy cultivation such qi, mana, metaforce, ki and chi .which still am and will always be, I know, it's fur fetched but so what? If you don't believe then go asked those hidden ancient families or you just wait but don't cry later.
I had no social life, my social media accounts either deleted or unused for almost five year, can you, imagine that.
Friend either cut- off or muted.
For that I had completely forgotten who I am ?
My grand ambition of world domination completely forgotten, just kidding but still I can't remember my ambitions, goals dreams and what define me.
What ever worst was, that during this time of being vulnerable, so- friends, took advantage, me being afraid of losing that attachy I had in this lonely world, I clinged to this attachment.
Yet deep down I knew this was hurting and destroying my along farmed aure.
Neighbors warned of this toxic attachment, but give cold shoulders and turn deaf and blind at the same time.
These went on for awhile, My blood kins started noticing but at first , it was small talks .
These were painful but I keep doing over and over, no change at all.
I had this kind heart that always push me to put other fast before my needs, what a noble act, you say? But hell with noble act?
I had close my world and always wants to bein good books with everyone.
I consumed their negative energy, while give positive one, but do I received in return absolutely nothing other negative comments and criticism behind my back.
I host my so-best friend, feed them but why all this negativety.
I pay rent, buy food, I ensure he never gone hungry. Wait, what am not a house wife, am a full grown man with beards, also don't sway that direction, infact I have a beautiful girlfriend, but that for another day.
What matter is that was lost without hope, can't remember what I was doing there?
What was my grand ambition in this chess board of universe?
What I knew was, I was no longer a pawn in this chess board, the chess master has long discarded me.
With these I had once yawn for death.
But still clingy on life as a parasite fight against all odds to be live.
I was lost with no future to speak of.
No friend to call upon.
No goals.
No ambition.
No dreams.
No drives.
No self confidence.
Dead eyes,
Thin structure, almost skeleton.
No appetite.
Just existing, like a zombie without direction and purpose, what-so-ever.