#fhantome

[fhantome]

Maybe it felt as if I'd known you for so long, because I already saw our forever.

But where I was imagining your hand in mine, you were just thinking about ways to put your dick in me.

[fhantome]

Baby, you’ve got the blackest heart of all And it would be useless to even try But I want to be the stars to your night Since I could never be what you truly are

[fhantome]

I don't want to be anyone else, but I also don't really want to be me anymore. Does that make sense? I feel like I will never truly fit in anywhere. In 21 years I have thusfar met just 1 person who understands me, who thinks like me and even she is way different than me. I'm starting to think it really is just my own fault, I mean, all those others fit in, right? What do they do right, or more likely, what do I do wrong to not fit inside a group? I just don't know. x Fhantome

[fhantome]

What’s the deal with this

When my mom gets sick, like a sore throat, she starts by saying: ‘My throat hurts so much’ as if to lure a reaction from me (preferably ‘awwwwwwww’). Then, she continues with: ‘Didn’t you have a sore throat last week?’ as if somehow to say that I am the cause for her sickness. This bothers me, and the fact that it does, she does not understand. It’s like, for every bad thing ever in her entire life, she somehow knows to indirectly blame me. And when I say, ‘why do you say that like it’s my fault?’ she gets angry and indignant.

Is this something I do wrong? Or is this something she does wrong? I honestly don’t know anymore, because I feel like she creeps this doubt in me. She always makes me feel like I am the bad guy, like I did something wrong, like I was the was who got angry first. And at first I did seem to know that it was actually her mistake, but you know, when something like that is being repeated over and over and over again, you sort of start to believe what is being said to you, even though they’re not even true. I truly feel like I don’t know who I am anymore partly because she almost indoctrinated me with her sly ways of pushing me down.

x Fhantome

[fhantome]

Don’t you think

Don’t you think it’s funny that sometimes I get so doubtful about myself that I seriously believe that I have some psysical deformity that causes everyone to run away from me, only no one has ever told me? Don’t you think it’s just hilarious that sometimes I get so self-conscious about myself that I won’t even speak to someone directly, because my seemingly bad breath will otherwise hit them while I talk to people? Don’t you think it’s so humorous when I’d rather sweat even more inside my sweater instead of taking it of and having the possibility that people will see my assumed sweaty armpits?

[fhantome]

A quick thankyou

THANK YOU TO ALL MY FOLLOWERS I LOVE YOU WITHOUT YOU THERE WOULD BE NO ME

x Fhantome

[fhantome]

And it’s because I am a number In a world full of letters That sometimes I feel like Just counting down to zero Just so you could be a hero

[fhantome]

Person: Do you have a problem with me?

Me: I got 99 problems but you won't be one, like what.