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I'm NEET with rich parents who would never let me be homeless, but I'm a fucking individual and I choose my own life paths. So the gov gives me $1110/mo in disability payments.

I live in a suite in an apartment (its literally a bedroom just it has its own toilet too) and have turned it into my personal music studio.

It has a keyboard, a bass, a guitar, a microphone, a stereo and the best earphones I could find, all hooked up to a $2000 computer.

I compose, record and produce all my own works by myself. This usually means I'm playing and writing for a four piece band but it's really just me recording four different pieces into one. Production is by far the most intricate thing about it, it takes hours and hours of manipulation to get the sound you imagined. Then once you go back and listen to high production songs you notice what they're doing right away and can mimic it.

I haven't written anything in over 8 months. I have crippling depression that ruins every aspect of my life. If the gov wants to give me $9.60 an hour in a 40 hour work week to not off myself, then I'll take it.

But this is the worst of it all, not only can I not meet other peoples expectations, I can't even meet my own. Here I am with all the tools and talent I need to make my masterpiece album, and for 8 months I've lied in bed wishing I was dead.

I just wanted to share the life of a NEET. It's a miserable existence.