Break up to Break up, by Q. Reyes – Artistic Warfare #70

May 24, 2010 Q. Reyes 2 Comments

Man, oh, man.  Did I meet the most wonderful person ever!  We hit it off right off the bat.  Everything was perfect! Nothing could go wrong!  Until now.  I don’t know what happened, but it’s not happening anymore.  That  wonderful girl I met left me and became another girl within the same body.  Weird.

Maybe there’s some truth to all the scolding I receive from people reading my articles here.  Maybe I am a self-absorbed crazy lunatic that’s vaginagynistic (or is it misogynistic?).  I don’t know.

I’ve never been right at love, even though I’ve wanted to be right.  I don’t think I’m that bad of a person.  Besides the occasional cheating and a little bit of a temper problem… oh and I’m pretty controlling too.  Well, besides all those little things, I’m not that bad ladies!!!!

The truth, as I write this, I’m heartbroken like a mutha! I am. I was really into this girl, but I’m realizing if I love her I gotta let her go.

The main problem is that she lives in New York.  Brooklyn to be exact.  That’s all that she’s known all her life.  She knows no other living but what she’s grown up with for thirty years.  I, on the other hand, been all over the place all of my life.  I can live anywhere at the drop of a dime.

Bottom line, I don’t want a long distance relationship.  That’s stupid to me.  How can you be with someone you’re not with?  It doesn’t even sound right.

So I have to cut it out.  I can’t be in a relationship that I don’t have.  I wish things were different, because as far as everything else is concern, this girl and I are more than compatible. She’s pretty and funny and blah, blah, blah.  But it doesn’t matter because we’re not together.

So I break up to break up.  I didn’t mean to meet her.  I was happy doing my single thing and taking advantage of low-self esteem women’s feelings (I only wrote that so that I can have hate comments – they make me feel like people care).  In reality, if I could.  I would be with her.  But she’s over there and I’m over here. So…