no shoes. just socks.

Anonymous asked:
How are you, Sinead?

How am I? 

Firstly, thank you for asking. 

Secondly, I’d like to say I’m good, but alas I’m not. I am all sorts of okay. 

Currently procrastinating writing an essay whilst having a tiny little puppy sit upon my lap, at home for a few days spending some much needed time with the boy. It’s lifted my spirits but personal situations are still up in the air and stressing my out, that on top of assignments and exams coming up, I’m a bundle of up and downs. 

Seeing my mum the past 3 days has really helped me. 

I am so thankful for her love and support. She feels I need to move onto campus so i’m forced to interact with others because she thinks the isolation of where I am now is really starting to hurt me mentally and she’s right. I get low a lot and even though I need time to recharge from interactions, i need interaction. I really do, I get too down without it. 

She’s amazing and I really miss her already. Considering going home after bendigo this weekend. We’ll see. 

I’m not okay, but I will be.
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2 steps forward, 65 steps back.

past the stress eating stage and now just plain not eating again. 

living on coffee. latte after latte. it’s all I can stomach. my stomach is a pit of anxiety and my head is going along with it. 

not coping at all. i want to be home but at the same time, home is really just his arms and I want him here. i need his hugs desperately. i miss my boy. 

constant states of anxiousness and the suicidal thoughts creep back in. 

Coffee Coffee Coffee.

Fueling myself through this assignment with coffee. I have no understanding of any of the content and will be surprised if i can even achieve a pass. 

If anyone is experienced in quantitative, qualitative, correlation coefficients, p values and RCTs, in fact basically ANYTHING to do with health information and data or bonus if you’ve done this subject, PLEASE help me. I’ll pay you in coffee and love. I just need enough understanding to pass and I can’t get my head around ANY of it. 


literally all i want is to fall asleep on someone

that’s it

that’s all

i’m very tired and i want to lay my head on someone’s stomach and have them run their fingers through my hair and sleep

(via misskgetsfit)

I’m struggling.
Dealing with everyone elses crap and mine gets pushed aside. I’m putting myself last and stress eating out of control. I can’t deal with this much longer and I don’t know how to fix anything.

Introverts don’t get lonely if they don’t socialize with a lot of people, but we do get lonely if we don’t have intimate interactions on a regular basis.
Sophia Dembling, The Introvert’s Way: Living a Quiet Life in a Noisy World (Perigee Trade, 2012)

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I’m in this weird stage where I don’t really like myself, but I don’t really care anymore

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I don’t like people [x]


I don’t like people

(via the-girl-that-messed-her-life)


Hey, hello you fucking suck because you don’t do any of the shit you say you’re going to and I don’t know why I still expect you to mean half of what you say, okay awesome.

The funny thing is, I’d leave everything just for you to stay.
Late Night Thoughts (via tonypud)

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I’m having a really hard time dealing with the fact my bf is spemdimg the day with his ex and coming to melb but I won’t see him. I understand why but its hard. I need to keep busy today.
Why do I have to be such a needy, crazy person?

People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head—the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.
William H. Woodwell Jr. (via fawun)

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