I found a box of family memory stuff. 
A big bag full of my stuff. Flicked through this big A3 drawing book that I did in prep, lots of colourful stick figures depicting family memories that a teacher had written some text descriptions of. Deep woe. Soul crushing woe. 
Found my school reports too. I was good at English but lacked confidence speaking to the class. Was bad at maths and generally lacked attention, was slow to start the classes because I had to find and organise my things and then catch up. 
ADHD from the start. Mong disease, diagnosis terminal. 
I was really good at religion though apparently and strived in memorising all the prayers. Should have been a friar. My path of destruction is divine punishment for rejecting the Lord.