So for English I'm writing a journal entry of sorts. This is what I have so far. I was a 'pull the wings off of butterflies' kind of kid. Except it was more a burn the wings off of Moths weird. As in I actually used to burn the wings off of moths, with a lighter. This sort of stunt is where I developed my first nickname from my beloved uncle. I was seven when he smelt the smoke during his daily rest and came running in a flurry of panic into my room to find me sitting in the dark, my face illuminated with the glow of a single flame as I watched with intensity the moth being engulfed in it's own demise. When he asked me what I was doing, being the smartass I am, I simply replied, "It's a metaphor regarding humanity." (My old nan had leant me a dictionary the week before and I was trying out all the big words I'd underlined with my own blood during a cult meeting) "Beautiful things are bound to get burnt by others, must they flaunt what they own." Of course I didn't actually think that at the time, it was just payback for the little fuckers for flying at my face in the night. It was then my uncle labelled me as a sarcastic saddistic little shit. A+ for the use of alliteration, dear uncle, A+.
