Jul 18, 2025
“I am the earl of Phantomhive.”
I mutter to myself as I open Tumblr, scroll, repost, and then wither in embarrassment at my own behavior on this app.
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“I am the earl of Phantomhive.”
I mutter to myself as I open Tumblr, scroll, repost, and then wither in embarrassment at my own behavior on this app.
What am I to do now, I wonder?
I’ve been here for so long. I’m one of the oldest, yet I’m one of the youngest in age.
I don’t remember being this upset back then.
Yet, here I am. Back from the dark, back from my sleep, and it’s like I’m brand new all over again. Like all my years of work mean nothing.
I wonder if it’s due to the lack of denial. Now that October is no longer kicking and screaming trying to keep us all secret. Now that our existence isn’t so hush hush.
Maybe I always had these feelings. Maybe I just couldn’t tell.
How silly
I need to be banned from the internet when I’m not in my right mind. How embarrassing…