I’ve known for awhile now that I wanted to study psychology when I go off to college, but I never knew what exact field I wanted to work in…
After watching the whole season of American Horror Story, I’ve come to the conclusion that I want to be a Psycho-therapist… There’s just someone about like serial killers and things like that, that really fascinate me, but at the same time, I really want to help those people because what they’re doing/thinking is terrible…
I totally get it (I’m doing my PhD in psychology and work mainly with murderers) but if you go in thinking that what they’re doing or thinking is terrible they’ll NEVER work with you. The whole point of being a therapist is to make the client feel understood and unconditionally accepted, otherwise you do more harm than good. Yeah sure there’s a certain amount of voyeurism involved in the job, but you have to want to help them too… otherwise you’re really an anthropologist more than a therapist (which certainly has its value too)
Eeeeeee baby elephant!
This Is Why I'm Single: Is.. As... Was... →
I’m terminally single. Every man i’ve ever loved, ever cared for has left me. I’m not a bad person, I’m intelligent, funny, etc. And alone. I don’t hate men, and I don’t think all men are dogs. I just can’t find one who’ll love me as much as I do him. Currently, I’m infatuated with a man in…
I wonder if it’s possible to break the pattern. I hope so, and I THINK so…
Random Thoughts By Bassey...: A thing I learned... →
While warming myself with the possibility of this time next week. And releasing the ghosts of the past who want to remind me that I don’t deserve it. I’m thinking, “why are you even in my head you insignificant figment of a past I’d rather not revisit.” So I created a mantra. I created a prayer. I…
I prefer to record all traumas and save them for later, playing them over and over so they can haunt me for a disproportionate number of weeks to come. It’s very healthy.
I’m putting a moratorium on personal development until September of 2012. There will be no growth experiences. No introspection. None of that shit.
It’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you miss.
This might come in handy.
I’m such a bitch sometimes
I love it when I get texts from wrong numbers
“hey it’s brandon”
“oh hi Brandon! Wanna come over?”
“yeah I’ll be right there”
“cool!”
some girl in alberta is getting brandon in a few minutes
I just made all ya’ll hearts explode!
I am turning into a lover of all things pig, and mini.
XOXO,
SG
I want this. So cute.
Every restaurant suggested was one I had been to with [him]. Horribly insensitive friends marked their own birthdays with celebrations, re-signed leases in his neighborhood, used words with vowels he also used.
Sloane Crosley, How Did You Get This Number (via whyimsingle)
(This alone has made me determined that I need to read the book)
I want to adopt this kid and hug him.
Goal for 2012.
… yup. This thought occupied 99.9% of my day.
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