[ WP ] you 're a literal walking positive energy nuke - the happier you are , the more nuclear energy you build up until you explode . As a result , you live your life as an incredibly angry , bitter person to protect everyone around . However , you wake up one day and have the best day of your life .

I lived a very abnormal life, it was filled with anger and sadness. You might feel a bit sad for me, but do n't. It was the thing keeping everyone alive. I do n't know who burdened me with that weight, but it was not fair. I was a bomb, charged by my own happiness. I found out something was wrong when I was quite young, when happiness came at a moment's notice. I stacked up some blocks for the first time, it seems like a menial task, but as a baby, that stuff was the most entertaining thing in the world. I stacked them up and felt euphoria, followed by a slow burning sensation in my chest, and I started crying, and then cooling down. This cycle repeated many times, following many events, and I slowly stopped getting happy. I made the connection. I stopped doing things, I stopped cheering, I just stopped. My parents thought I was a bit slow, or maybe traumatized, but it was none of those. I just did n't want to feel the burning. 
 
 I realized it was radioactive when I grew up some more. We were doing an experiment in class with rad sensors, to see what was more radioactive; water, or coal. I was with a girl I liked, and every time I looked at her, the rad sensor would spike a little. Every time she spoke, it spiked a little. Almost every little thing she did raised it up some more. They never found out. How would they know? I only knew because I just kept getting hotter and hotter, having to go to the bathroom to cool down. 
 
 Keeping sad was pretty easy after the 9th grade, my mother got into an accident and was sent to the hospital. I saw her once, and wanted to stay for as long as possible, only because it kept me sad. I had to leave, but it gave me something to lean back to when I got a bit too nuclear. I thought to her, how she will die, and how I will never get to feel her hug after that point. What's better was that I was close to my mother, she raised me, and now I was sent to my father. Though I did n't acknowledge it much, I did love my mother, which made the accident all the better for me and the rest of humanity. 
 
 But, good things come to an end, or even bad things, in this case. I really wish I did n't have some luck. I wish it went to someone else for a change. I stopped visiting my mother early on in order to imagine the worst case scenario for her. It made living a bit easier, though I still could n't do anything too fun, or else I might blow the world sky high. On that fateful day, I got a call from my dad. I answered, and he told me to come home. I was out walking around, because staying in my house was depressing, but it was also boring. I came home slowly, to try and pique my dad's temper. What I did n't expect was my mother, sitting in our living room. She was there, with a smile on her face. The smile of someone who did n't know me for the whole time I lived after that accident. The smile of someone I just could n't ignore.
