Prayer to the Cyber God

Dear Cyber God,
Can I please come live in your fiber optic and silicon world where there are no people, just identities.... where all I have to do to get rid of a nuisance is press IGNORE. I would love to exist in a realm where the most intense anger can only be expressed in simplistic BOLD CAPS!!!!!!!
HERE IS UTTER OUTRAGE IN YOUR WORLD!!!!!! Where in mine, it is evident in screaming, emotional fevers, broken glass, blood, and the feeling of rotting from the inside out. I long for a place where I could just as easily ignore someone or simply dodge them. I hate the hate I feel. I am so damn sick of being sick and tired. I don't want to pick up the peices so they can just be smacked out of my hands before the glue even dries. I want to exist in your two dimensional world, where pressure can only be exerted on me from one side and only pushes me closer to you, my Cyber God. Here is this world, I have more flat surfaces than I can count and the pressure is either making the world a way larger and scarier place or me a smaller and more insignificant entity. Here image is everything and complexity is unwelcome; your world allows one to select their image and applauds the complex. Here I am born who I am and live to grow into someone I am not, or I at least live in pain for not doing so. With you, I just am and can be. I have no need for a home, a body, a face, money, love, hate, sex, emotion... Here, I am trapped in my skin by all those exterior things. Here, if I kill the battery-it is forever. With you, I can always reboot later when I have the energy.