American Psycho

I have all the, um, like, the characteristics of a human being: like, the blood, and the flesh, the skin, the hair; but not a single, clear, um, you know, like the identifiable emotion, except for the greed and the disgust. Something horrible is, um, happening inside of, like, the me and I don't know why. My nightly, you know, like, bloodlust has, um, overflown into my days. I feel the lethal, on the verge of the frenzy. I think my mask of the sanity is about to, um, like, you know, slip.