♥ 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

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An identity crisis

Thought I'd write about it. Facing an identity crisis here. I don't know who I am anymore. In trying to find myself, I lost the Sam that my friends and family like.

I thought that maybe if I succeeded in making more people like me, then I'd select that to be my character. But that's not even me la. That's not me. I just succeeded in pleasing a bunch of not so important characters for those that mind don't matter and those that matter don't mind. Why should I put in so much effort to please those that don't matter?!

That's not all. Why should I get so distressed when people don't like me? Why can't I just tell them to go chew their own shoe if they can't stand my face? How is it my problem they don't like me?

Where is that girl who's so comfortable in her own skin?

I cling on to singing because when I loved singing, I loved myself. I looked into the mirror and liked what I saw. Now, I look into the mirror and wonder what the hell went wrong.

One is only insecure when you don't know yourself. Because then you don't know what you're loved for.

16.12.07 9:07 PM

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