Hi, I'm Ciara, 20, live in the land of the leprechauns (Ireland), currently in my second year of college, drinking, partying & what not lol jk, my life consists of sitting on the internet, eating my way to obesity and being sad ok

"The only people up at 3 am are in love, lonely, drunk, or all three."

posted 1 day ago with 61,677 notes


explaining anxiety is the fucking worst because you feel like an idiot for being bothered by the things that bother you but it’s such an intense fear right at your core so you have to go through all of these other levels of yourself to try and get someone else to understand it

posted 1 day ago with 186,028 notes


"I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, there’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now I’m writing this when I should be out there. I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out."

posted 2 days ago with 119,823 notes


this is the notebook i bought after he had broken up with me for the first time. it holds so many thoughts and memories and feelings. wherever i go, it’s always in my bag. now, i’m sitting in a park we used to go to together and writing a letter to him, even though he won’t ever read it. it just helps me somehow. it’s a very hard part of the year for me, because this time last year, we were together, he loved me (or at least i like to think he did). wherever i go in the city, every place reminds me of him. i miss those late night walks with his hand in mine and those kisses in dark streets so much. i miss him so much. i love him, i love love, i still love him.

flowers feeling sad

Me at the club.