Just applied to three jobs. One is a dream job, another is pretty awesome, and the third is pretty awesome too!

Crossssssinggggg my fingers.

im sick and my damn phone doesn’t work and i cant take my meds because i have to take damn cold pills so im just so ugh.

fml i hate everything.

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.