There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.
There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis; my punishment continues to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.
If you've reached my page because I friended you it's most likely a random add because you were in my suggested friends box. Feel free to comment or PM me anytime. Peace.
It is. I normally don't accept these but I decided to give you a chance. xD Just know that I do occasionally do those friend list wipes and whenever I do I give like a hour notice on my status unless I don't see you online then I give you a day. xD
Hi. I was about to ask who you were since I got a friend request from you but then I read the whole "if you got a random friend request from me it's most likely..." portion of your profile. Thanks for the add I guess? LOL. Sup?