I’m realizing that my reticence to write anything fully identifiable about myself in this blog is also tying my hands in terms of writing things worth reading. Coming off like some emo teenager. Sorry about that. Just saying that I’m aware of it, and I’m going to work on it.
Sometimes my worst fear is that I won’t end my life, but live a long empty time having done nothing but surviving. Why yes, that was a non-sequitur — thanks for noticing.
You do not sound like an emo teenager to me.