Howard' Diary

 I've recently realized my misguided perception of the world.  As a child I've always had people who helped me. I've had gentle elementary school teachers. Cheery middle school teachers who gave me the occasional light scolding. In highschool the teachers were quite scary especially if deadlines weren't met. And right now in University academic concessions can be given under extraordinary circumstances, professors are strict and deadlines must be met but still nobody possesses malice or the desire to fuck you over. Sure there's the occasional fight for a girl but the things stated previously don't exist because of little conflict in interest. And the sympathy is greater in this little play pen of society we call the education system. You have the centre for assisted learning that give accommodations to special students. If you say "I have adhd, depression and societal anxiety" (which I do have by the way, unironically. I can go on about how living with...

Greetings, society. My name is Howard. As of writing this, I am 22 years old. Its a Saturday afternoon. There is a court order waiting for me this upcoming Tuesday. Without proper defense, my mother will go to jail. I am also facing the complete dissolution of my family's fortunes, which will happen within this month. Personally, I owe millions to various high-interest lenders I cannot pay. In my youth, I happily signed these loans because my mother reassured me of my financial safety, but as she has turned mad, I am left to manage all this. I have traveled back from university to take care of matters this week. While living here, I come home to my grandma, who is afflicted with dementia. Her eyes briefly gaze towards me and widen; she seems prepared to say something to the grandson she raised, then returns to the fog of confusion. I drive to gather documents from kind-hearted lawyers whom we can no longer afford. I do schoolwork. There is currently a lot on my plate. I believe tha...