Status Updates From Notes of a Crocodile

I used to be afraid of living, and now all I ever feel is the will to live.

My life was extraordinarily lacking in all sense of reality, as I were watching a different me playing various characters within a mirage. I wanted to be kicked into reality so badly...

My life was reduced to that of some hideous beast. I felt as I had to hide in a cave, lest anyone discover my true nature.

The first time I saw you, I knew I would fall in love with you. That my love would be wild, raging, and passionate, but also illicit. That it could never develop into anything, and instead, it would split apart like pieces of a landslide. As flesh and blood, I was not distinct. You turned me into my own key, and when you did, my fears seized me in a flood of tears that soon abated.

The fact is, most people go through life without ever living. They say you have to learn how to construct a self who remains free in spite of the system. And you have to get used to the idea that it's every man for himself in this world. It requires a strange self-awareness, whereby everything down to the finest detail must be performed before the eyes of the world.

I'm stressed