I am a crocodile obviously.
I am 16, but most of the time I act like I'm 5, except when I'm running. I'm more like 96 years old then.
I have a massive crush on a god of lightning and thunder.
I occasionally cry (quite hard, loud sobs and stuff) over an irish blondie and a big red dog.
"Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern."