[Wings of Fire]

When I was ten I had a habit of chucking rocks at the garden of an old guy who lived next to the school yard. One lunchtime he caught me doing it and came over to the school and told the teacher. It was the lunchtime before a school trip and I got out of it by crying a lot. That was sort of pathetic.

When I was thirteen I developed a habit of stealing books from the school library because I was frustrated that I was only allowed one book out a day. I'd go in the library after hours and put some books in my bag. Unfortunately I was stupid, greedy and way overestimating my reading level so I ended up stealing far more books than I could read on a day to day basis. Eventually they got wise to me and started being more vigilant before I could make mass returns (Like I'd always planned to) After my mother found out I had twenty five books out from the school library while taking back the thirty or so I owed the council library, I freaked and decided to dump them all in a bad near a tree in a field. They were gone the next time I looked and I never told anyone about it.

While I was a teenager I developed a crush and fell in love with my sadistic and emotionally abusive best friend who I attribute all my personality problems to that weren't directly caused by my father or mother's later abusive boyfriend. One time he got high and threatened to cut me up with a knife in his house when I was staying over for the weekend. I cried and begged him not to. That's probably the worst thing that's ever happened to me that I can remember, and it was as above pretty damn pathetic.

When I was seventeen I fell in love with a girl over the internet, changed my university from Portsmouth to Glasgow so it'd be easier to see her when I finished high school and started an 'exciting' secret relationship with her where she'd sneak down to my student accomadation without her parents knowing (Halfway down the country still) and we'd spend the night together. I'd also go to her city on occasion and do teenage things with her, again, without her parents knowing. She was sixteen. This eventually backfired in a ridiculously spectacular fashion when I was almost literally caught in the act on Valentines day 2009 where I got a direct death threat from her dangerous mobster uncle and her father convinced her I was evil and manipulative and to never see me or speak to me again.

Following immediately onwards, I rebounded onto one of her best friends who had recently come out of the closet and started a secret relationship with him. It ended with him deciding he was straight (I... think?) breaking off all contact with me and effectively stealing £200 worth of Sandman books.

That's me. I wasn't a bad kid, just a really stupid one.

EDIT: It's been three years and I still don't have my fucking Sandman books back.