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.
I've decided that I'm tired of having things in common with fictional serial killers.
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dingoes8:
Do you watch Dexter? He begins the series similar to that description, but as time goes by, he begins to develop more into a real person. And if he can do it, I imagine anyone can.
lelaina:
teehee