It's getting to a point where I just want to drop everything i'm doing in my life and turn out like one of those peop-le who work in a clothes shop until i'm 90. seriouisly.
Everytime I consider a career option my dad an his girlfriend, quite bluntly, tell me it's bull shit and make me feel bad about myself.
Since I fell in love with Psychology, all i've wanted to be is a psychiactic doctor. I was planning to do everything i needed to. I had it all down in my head and I was excited to dive right into it all.
Until my dad told me I wasnt intelligent enough to be one.
Since then my self esteem droppped and the whole idea and plan on being a Psychactric doctor was out the window.
So I considered doing child psychology.
Definatly not. Dad's girlfriend is a teacher so she knows 'everything' about education links to childeren. They just went on a big rant about being a nursrey worker? wtf. I didn't say anything ABOUT a nursery. But apparently I'd be wasting 2 years of my life doing that.
So I decided on dog/animal psycology and that's a bad idea because my dad doesn't want me to do anything to dow ith animals blaablafuckingbla.
I know their opinion shouldn't affect me, but it does. I've always been up for impressing my dad - he's the only person I feel I need to impress. But nothing ever fucking good enough for him.
I mean, HE hasn't even been to collage or university. and she's a primary school teacher who's always struggled to even get a fucking job.
So, yeah.
Maybe I should just forget my love for psychology and go work in Primark for the rest of my life.
He might actually be proud of me if I do something that doesn't help people untless I'm showing them where the size fucking 10s are.
- Mood:
Outraged - Listening to: the fucking steam coming out my ears.
- Playing: Furcadia -- Rich