Today I woke up to despair and suicida thoughts and I’ll tell you why.
I felt that my emotional self is weak, and that it not only hinders my success, but puts me below mediocrity when I seek to be above average.
I left friends of the past because I could not voice my hurts to them, and it started hurting inside so much that I had to leave so I won’t get more pain. In one group, the only ones who cared are two of the three women in there. The rest were silent. In time the group gradually disbanded.
Another group involved a self-centered person, who’d get most of the group’s attention to him and only him. And in time, his masks would be revealed, and because of that I left.

I sometimes think emotional maturity is bull****, and a key only inheretingly earned by cruel and competitive people.
I am very open to hear otherwise