I'm pretty sure I love setting minor things on fire without hurting anyone and without being obsessed with it. And now I feel kinda crazy admitting that I'm what I consider a half pyromaniac because a full pyromaniac is obsessed with setting things on fire.
(When I'm an old lady who's living by herself, I'll probably become a full pyromaniac. My parents would kill me if they find out I borrowed an old lighter and started conducting random experiments, and they'd probably send me to the gallows if they find out I bought twenty candles from my classmate last year during some event.)
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The Book of Rants || Random
RandomMy mind is all over the place. In fact, it's been to places that don't exist. (Technically, they DO exist, since they exist in my mind, right?) Also includes randomness (Warning: may include swearing.)
