Where art thou unknown spellcaster

Where art thou unknown spellcaster? If in fact such a female and/or male exists an insufferable existence clamors for surcease against riptide of ineradicable anguish. Living hand to mouth for majority of mein kampf (elle ex vee orbitz roam'n around the nearest star) punctuated with disequilibrium, a comma date ting me with penury and perdition. Mental health issues aplenty wrought courtesy congenital characteristics manifestation of nasality (thank submucous cleft palate) linkedin with body dysmorphic disorder, (whereat skinny legs veritable spindleshanks of mine - easily mistakenly belong to generic flamingo) laughably mismatched and abhorred by yours truly, a rather diminutive sexagenarian, (okay, I stand tall) at approximately seventy inches, and weigh about one hundred and forty five pounds converted into British weight equals10.3571428571 stone whose reedy voice easily increases in pitch, when he (regularly) experienced social anxiety attendant with concomitant physiological symptoms such as: vertiginous undulations, sweaty palms (palmar hyperhidrosis), surge of adrenaline, racing heart, and queasiness to boot eased compliments nine medications lastly pinhead (in my mind) caps off anorexia nervosa scarred physique. Academic and employment travails galore dogged, hounded, lobbed at frangible psyche I marginally experienced high marks in school but suffered cognitive difficulties witnessed courtesy poor grades, and getting promoted by skin of teeth; A similarly unflattering track record exhibited upon commencement acquiring and retaining sporadic gainful employment, which stints getting hired frequently quickly found me terminated much to the chagrin and anger from parents, whereby strong emotions (laced with colorful expletives) found yours truly standing silent allowing, enabling, and providing rage against singular son to internalize verbal assaults upon my consciousness further exacerbating predisposition to psychological maladies ill suited to marriage or fatherhood both endeavors embarked upon at the expense of now grown daughters, whose childhood years festered with indigence, and pathetic excuse for father plus emotionally immature absolute zero worthiness as helpmate. Thus...no surprise Wrath Of Khan chosen as theme song replays itself reminding me, I never did nor ever will belong to human race, a punishment accompanied by other outliers among the forbidding and desolate tract.