Howie has driven off anyone that could have been his friend so he pesters /ic/, /wsr/, /adv/, /lit/, and who knows where else because this is the closest thing to daily social interaction he has.

He damn well knows /ic/ cannot help him. Every single piece of advice that can possibly be given has already been given. He knows this. But he is so fried by the constant dopamine he seeks that he gains from being called retarded that he doesn't care anymore, he'll keep asking for "real advice" over and over again until no one is left.

He blames it on his meds, his lack of meds, his ADHD, his autism, his shaky hands, his lack of motivation, the fact he has motivation that he doesn't know where to start, there's too much, everything looks too complicated, how can i force myself to do something because I can't because I had ADHD and autism and shakey hands and I haven't left the house in three years because the outside world looks too complicated because-

SHUT THE FUCK UP AND BE A HUMAN BEING INSTEAD OF A PATHETIC LEECH FOR ONCE. STOP BEING A COMPLETE WASTE OF OXYGEN. IF I WERE YOUR FATHER I WOULD HAVE KILLED MYSELF ALREADY KNOWING THAT MY SON SPENDS EVERY DAY BITCHING ABOUT HOW HIS LIFE SUCKS ON A VIETNAMESE GLASSBLOWING FORUM. USE REFERENCES. TRACE. USE AI. JUST FUCK OFF ALREADY.