So there are many stuff that are going on in my mind now--

Why did I waste my life hoping?

What is the meaning of life?

Is there any way W.D. Gaster can save me?

How do I fail in the field of breathing?

Can a racket turn to dust when a knife is stabbed in it?

What is fart made up of?

Such is the mystery of science.

But seriously, I NEED TO GET OVER THE FACT THAT I KEPT ON MISSING THE SHUTTLECOCK AND I WAS A SWEATY PULP AND THE WHOLE CLASS WAS LAUGHING THEIR BUTTS OFF THAT THEY NEED RECONSTRUCTIVE SURGERY AND THE TEACHER YELLED AT ME FOR BEING A FARKING FAILURE AT THIS STUPID SPORT.

I HAD to keep myself from turning into those overacting social-media girls who post over-emo stuff on Facebook :v

But instead....

I'm practicing!

BY BEATING UP ALL THOSE SHUTTLECOCKS IN THE HOUSE WITH A RACKET, A HAMMER, A PITCHFORK, MY BICYCLE, MY OWN TWO FEET, A TWIG, AND MY DETERMINATION FLARING UP INTO A BIG FLAME.

This is what I do every time something angers me. Don't blame me.

BECAUSE I'M HIKARI, THE UNDYING.

If this is a story, THIS WOULD BE THE CLIMAX!

Where I blow up.
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Hikari: Ok, so idk why I'm feeling so angry while I'm writing this xD

Hikari: maybe...

Hikari: I'm a person with short temper?

Hikari: I dunno now.