I don't know why I write what I write.

Do you wear a diaphragm everywhere you go?' I want to scream, but stop myself because the idea really excites me.

...if you're alone nothing bad can happen to you.

I totally relate to Tom Cruise. He's not crazy, it's just the litany of the mid-life crisis.

And though the coldness I have always felt leaves me, the numbness doesn't and probably never will. this relationship will probably lead to nothing... this didn't change anything. I imagine her smelling clean, like tea.

People are afraid to merge.

...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.