My name is Patrick Bateman. I’m 27 years old. I believe in taking care of myself and a balanced diet rigorous exercise routine. In the morning if my face little puffy I’ll put on an ice pack while doing stomach crunches. can do thousand now. After remove use deep pore cleanser lotion. shower water activated gel cleanser then honey almond body scrub exfoliating scrub. Then apply herb-mint facial masque which leave for 10 minutes prepare rest always after shave lotion with or no alcohol because alcohol dries your out makes you look older. moisturizer anti-aging eye balm followed by final moisturizing protective There idea Some kind abstraction. But there real me. Only entity. Something illusory. And though hide cold gaze shake hand feel flesh gripping yours maybe even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable simply am not there. It hard me to make any given level. Myself fabricated aberration. noncontingent human being. personality sketchy unformed heartlessness goes persistent. conscience pity hopes disappeared long time ago (probably at Harvard) they ever did exist. more barriers cross. All have common uncontrollable insane vicious evil all mayhem caused utter indifference toward it now surpassed. still though hold one single bleak truth: safe nothing redeemed. Yet blameless. Each model behavior must be assumed some validity. Is evil something are? Or it do? pain constant sharp hope better world anyone. fact want inflicted others. escape. admitting this—and countless times just about every act I’ve committed—and coming face-to-face these truths catharsis. gain deeper knowledge new understanding extracted from telling. has been reason tell this. This confession meant