Psychology Stories

The rain seems so soft and friendly. Comforting; as if its entire meaning of existence is to engulf you like a child in a blanket. Simply reassuring you that everything will be alright. This road is beaten and brittle. The cracks quietly outline the years of torture that this road has witnessed. The withered leaves yawn as they try to cover up my mistakes, tired of knowing I won't listen. They pray that I will believe the...

Abstract Focusing on the students designated “AP Kids,” and the emotional/psychological impacts of their efforts in areas outside the classroom. Using my own personal observations, perceptions, and conclusions concerning these students, and after spending the better part of the school year with them, I have laid out what I believe to be a psychological complex: the Advanced Placement Complex. These students’ natural intel...

When I feel you moving closer My breath just seems to catch Your eyes refuse to leave mine Trapping me in their depths I don’t know how to act What is right and what is wrong You always seem to know though As my head slams against the wall I cry out, “I’m sorry!” But you just shake your head. “You little bitch,” you sigh, “I thought we’ve gone over this.” “I didn’t mean to do it,” I plead with you tearfully But my words m...