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.American Psycho (2000)
woke up today and realized i’m the ugliest piece of shit in the world and its no wonder every lad who gets to know me fucks off, 3 this year and its only march? Wow. Must seriously have something wrong with me, fuck this I need to go back to the doctors and get myself sorted. I was so stupid to think I could do this alone.