elithegrt

Just a place to put my thoughts, no matter how weird they are. https://pantojakevin111.wixsite.com/writing/portfolio

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HAYSUSTAKETHEWHEEL on Twitter

“My boy did it! Came out stronger on the other side. You done, girl.”

Yea, he gets it.

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A Haiku Or Two For You

1) Please stop texting me

Your mixed signals confound me

Crazed, raven haired witch 2) I’m done with your shit

You need to understand that

Velociraptor

Okay, so not all haikus have to end with five syllables that make sense.

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The Witch Strikes Again

I write this on the subway ride to class. I woke up feeling like a new man, ready to seize the day. The plan was to go into my Transmedia Writing course, take the energy from this breakup, and pour it out into whatever we were assigned. Though I was still hurt from yesterday, I felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. 

Then, I got a call from my best friend. He’ll love me for this, but you can follow him at https://twitter.com/JesusPagano1. Anyway, what should’ve been a conversation that saw me confide in a buddy, took a turn for the worse. You see, he already knew something had gone down between us because he just so happens to follow the witch on Instagram (eh, I’ll plug her too: https://www.instagram.com/queen_ronnie1/). 

Following our split, I avoided all social media platforms other than what you lovely folks post on Tumblr. I hadn’t seen her Instagram. I guess a few short hours about I ended the relationship, she took to posting a highly embarrassing picture of me from our time together. One that was supposed to be private. I don’t dare look at the comments or see how people are reacting on Facebook, but I assume the worst. It’s only been a day, yet I’m sure everyone thinks I’m this weirdo and she’s the lucky one to be rid of me. Something like that. This is gonna be a harder few weeks than I thought.

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Oh no.

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Freedom

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Ding Dong, The Witch Is Gone

My girlfriend finally broke the straw that broke the camel’s back. Well, I guess I should say ex-girlfriend now. And I’m the camel in this situation. Anyway, ladies and gents, after a disputed yesterday our time is officially over. I’m not gonna sit here and act all high and mighty, like it doesn’t hurt. This is the first real breakup I’ve had to experience. Typically, I don’t exactly hit home runs with the ladies. This one was different. We connected, she was incredible, and for the first time in my life, I felt special. 

But, she began to change. And over the next few months, she became controlling, moody, jealous, childish and just a nightmare to be around. I’m not here to name names, so I won’t go into too much detail. But, after weeks, nay, months of dealing with her in all her ridiculousness, it was time. I sat in the middle of a fast food joint I happen to really enjoy, ready for a date. She waltzed in like she was too good for the place, bossed me around, and then gave me a wedgie. Yea, I said wedgie. It may seem like a weird final straw, but it had been building up for so long. Of course, with her inconsistent attitude, she forced me to give back the clothes she bought me right then and there. 

So yes, I had to run home in my underwear. Luckily, I only live a few blocks from the place and it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. I did get a handful of whistles and cat calls. That’s gotta count for something, right? At least it gives me confidence for the next girl who wants to date me. If any.