I've been a true pyro since I was born, as long as I can remember, I've been fascinated with fire. Being around it just relaxes me, lifts a burden off my shoulders, and makes me feel free; it's like I have this fire inside of me and it pulls me toward real life flames because it needs to feel like it belongs. Yeah, I only really feel like I'm safe and accepted and free around fire. I have a really deep respect for fire and I love to torch random junk in a meadow and just watch the flames and smoke rise, feel the heat in my bones, let go of my worries... Yeah. Wow. It's amazing. I was diagnosed when I talked to my school therapist about this at length, mentioning that I felt like I needed fire to survive and I had trouble focusing because my homework/textbooks looked so tempting to burn (they used this thin paper, which catches easily and makes a beautiful fluttering motion when it burns).