I've seen a lot of your posts around here and I just want you to know that while that anon might be a sexless wizard, you are a malignant tumor. Not just here, either, but in life. You just continue to grow, taking up more and more space, offering no benefits--just the looming prospect of something unsightly and potentially fatal if left untreated.
As a malignant tumor, it is plain to see that you are bereft of any mental stimuli. You have cannibalized your own capacity for thought in exchange for the ability to post a magnitude of short, mindless content quickly, hence the absence of punctuation, or the ability to write more than 7 or so words at a time. You have also developed an automatic internal response to any criticism of your evident articulate deficiencies that pulses through what remains of a short-circuited nervous system, simulating a sensation similar to the word "brevity", were it posted as a bright, flashing neon sign in an otherwise broken window, behind which is a dark, vacant, musty-scented room of an old, rickety building that town officials have unanimously signed to condemn.
If I had to guess, I would say your constant need to project yourself unto others and your overall atrophied state can be attributed to early home life, the inability to produce testosterone, an indifference towards you among girls, an absentee/alcoholic father, regret from dropping out of school (or regret of accumulating a debt from attending school that your poorly chosen major will never pay off), having a miniscule penis, excessive independent sexual stimulation, and a plethora of other things.
I'm not a doctor, but if I were I would prescribe a bottle of sleep aids and counsel you to take all of them at once.