bottle it up

inchesgiven:

dyinginback:

double standard

It’s different, that’s why. Because it’s the most natural thing in the world, to give into the voids I didn’t know were there. To stop eating, to stop sleeping, to haunt the empty streets while the city beds down for the night. It just feels right to draw myself up and in, burning everything in my retreat. I write acidic things, leave them crumpled on the railing by the bridge. I was bred for this misery.

But when I see you doing the very same things, and for someone else, then it’s different. Suddenly, it seems like such a hopeless way to live.