A personification of a self-esteem lacking human being:
It’s not everyday that I write about senseless, non-existent object just to test my punctuation, and well, perhaps my grammar. I’m a crappy writer, it’s crappy, maybe even worse but believe me; although I don’t want to bore you—my dear, redundantly precious, and beloved only one reader—so I came up with an interesting story. Something you should really hear, whereas if you bring up your whole life story with you and simmer it down together in my boiling pot, you might be able to relate. It’s an epic something, truly interesting, and not to mention really captivating; It is certainly going to blow your brains out. Trust me.
Upon my intent of making this wasted moment of my petty and useless life count, I lied. I lied to you and everyone that constitutes the meaning of “you” and the conjoined-word-with-a-dash, meaning just-you (appositive) my only reader; I am blank.
I have nothing.
Having said that—that “I have nothing more to say”—I suppose I should leave now with a trailing dot-dot-dot, but that is semantically incorrect, so I’ll just leave behind my one comatose comma,