This was published in Taringa, in a fit autopsicoterapéutico.
Let's see, person. Remove the carilina that you have pasted on both side of runny, and listen to me.
There are many crucial moments in the life of a human being, loving look. The first kiss. The debut. Infatuation. And yes, of course, the fourth wheel, a bonus to taste like shit. "The court."
Yes, that little moment that never arrives and zaz want suddenly to be you or the other, you're not me, you're not the other, it's you.
Then you get to your house and collapses. I cried like a bitch.
What happened, che? If all began so well!
They met and, in one way or another, suddenly were like two lovebirds who had found its nest. Many were sent text messages that employees of CTI and crew were on vacation in Miami thanks to you. They were called by phone that the owner cleaned the fret Telefonica banknotes. Everything seemed perfect. Lasted. Something lasting. Pretty hard. Depends on the case.
As always, you thought you had found THE CHOSEN ONE. You were Neo and had destroyed the Matrix. You were Tarzan and Jane had come to your rescue. Mariah Carey you were and you had put out a decent album once and for all. Yes I had done. Had found the love of your life. Poor idiot.
And what happens, inevitably, has to happen. Ends. Then begins the eternal struggle cuestionante; of whether to return or not, whether to return or not, if you wonder, if it was a joke, that if you made a sex change operation and now works in Palermo night with the curious nickname "Mimi" ... The truth is that anything can happen.
But for now, unless you return to that person that now is not yours, you have to accept the harsh reality. You are alone again. You no longer have someone to pamper and care. You no longer have that safe haven. You're in the market back. You are where you started.
This is followed by a series of steps rather marked, if not any unexpected happens.
1) "I can not believe."
friends
therapy. Therapy therapist. Therapy hitting furniture. In a way, download your anger and your pain. Guns'n'Roses you put on full blast, plucking cushions, you cry until your lungs out through my eyes, and you are in a permanent menstrual status.
let yourself be, you come smells more, and do not want to leave your home. Visiting sites of oracles of the Tarot and Magic Ball, surf T! and Google looking for "how to get back to my boyfriend," "how to forget my boyfriend," "bastard left me for another eojfoewfñwofihñoi" and so on.
at this stage will probably occur one or two opportunities to talk with your ex and rethink things, add and delete the MSN compulsively over and over again, harass your friends with questions and desperate cries for help, and other pathetic attempts of the same nature.
As always, your friends say you're well, which you will find another. Go to your house and put you in fart. You grab the sad drunk rape you after a couple of pots, you fall asleep crying and shouting the name of your ex.
2) "Brief PLATEAU"
suddenly seems to be a little better. You Takeoffs waste meal face 3 days ago came to life, you comb your hair a bit and you have the courage to leave a little to the street. Mirás windows, you feel the urge to make an extreme makeover, and I feel proud because they assume that because you're spending the hock.
As always, your friends say you're right, I do go out and you end up in fart. This is the stage when it is very likely that you tight to that person who has long wanted to squeeze, and surely you should not squeeze.
3) "scraping bottom"
No, you're good shit. VOLVO, MARTA, VOLVO CRAP! * Crying *
Crisis
Deprimís you back, and now worse. You're a slug overhauling of suicidal thoughts and cable series eater. Suddenly you become a regular customer of Blockbuster and you keep crying because the girl lost her father, because the dog was abandoned, because the Spice Girls will always be friends and ET went home. Everything is reason to move you or mourn. You are sensitive to the point of unbearable. Also, you start to smell bad back, leave the gym, let alone the urgency, if you're a woman, you need a good waxing. Frequent thoughts
:
- "I want to die."
- "After this I will never be the same."
- "And if you do witchcraft umbanda to drop your membership forever? ".
- "And if you do witchcraft umbanda to return?".
- "I want to die."
As always, your friends will put on fart and tell you you're young, which you will find another.
4) "and there was light."
Finally, sooner or later, immersed in your dirt, you understand.
This is not going to be your last pair, nor was the love of your life.
're a human being fully competent and able to get someone better. Moreover
. Levantártelo why should you? Calling all others get up!
understand that your ex is your ex for something, and it is time to move on.
As always, your friends are going to get a fart, but this time to celebrate.
And what good is a neighbor.
also cost you wonder how you both understand a simple truth, but that's another story.
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