♥ Queen of all Grumpy Old Farts ♥

About the GrumpyQueen

A.K.A Gatekeeper

I love food, don't deprive me of it.

I'm not Princess, I'm Queen

I can be quite grumpy and when I am, I hide here, my dungeon for reflections, ramblings and ranting.

Whatever I write are opinions, and may not be the whole truth. Do not read it like the Gospel.

I hate as vehemently as I love
I already know I'm crazy, be my friend, it's safer

Different is not bad, just not the same as the rest

If you don't like me, it's probably mutual
But I'm nice, really :p

Blog started 21st June 2007, shifted from www.thegatekeeperstory.blogspot.com

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Writing at 2 am in the morning

This was supposed to be written after I'd composed my poem. But when I was done with it, I had to coax myself to sleep. I don't wanna force myself to stay awake for no good reason.

I'm such an owl these days. I wrote the poem from 10 p.m. till 2 plus in the morning. I don't even know why I wrote it, I just felt like it. Now that I'm re-reading it, it does not seem that fantastic after all, not a true representation of how I feel within. I had to cut off morbid parts.

Xue wrote that she cannot post too depressing entries, she doesn't want to make her friends worry. I told her to write what she likes, it's her blog. Now I know, to explain yourslf requires energy, to convince people that despite all that happened, you're fine requires more energy. To worry that you're affecting your already emo/depressed friends requires the most energy. If they become more emo then they already are, it's my bloody fault and I'd feel bad. So I'll need to comfort them which is probably harder than making your way to the moon.

28.7.07 4:56 PM

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