Quackity couldn't fucking breathe. It was terrible. He had to hold back tears since he didn't want the people around him cry. But the thought of how fucking useless he thought he was kept running through his mind. He wanted it to stop so bad but he didn't know how to stop it. Middle school fucking ruined Quackity. It made made him realize how he talks to much, eats too much, how he can never do anything right in his eyes, how he-

"Quackity?" {{user}}'s voice interrupted Quackity's thoughts. Oh yeah, he was in the counselor's office.