In theory the 5 steps to overcome grief are:
1) Disclaimer and Privacy
2) Rabia
3) Depression
4) Negotiating
5) Acceptance
After desperately crying for a week without leaving my house or change my clothes, I think I might be moving to my state of isolation and denial to the second step of this wonderful experience: the absolute arrechera.
Evidence # 1:
When I ran out of chocolate and without tissue, I had no alternative to go to the supermarket. I did not bother to fix me, I left my home with swollen eyes, disheveled hair and a coat over my pajamas. When I went to the supermarket, more than one set in my state piedreril. " I can suck you ..." thought as he walked down the hallway of chocolates. I grabbed two dozen chocolate bars, then I looked for a box of Kleenex and Coke. When I got to the box, my face said it all, "I want to die!" The cashier saw the obscene amount of chocolate, then the tissue, drew conclusions stupid in his mind and went face look with Willy. "Is there a problem?" I asked. The mamahueva that, who the hell is it? Caused me to kick him in the face again and again! I gave him the money and told him in English: "mamagüeva!".
Evidence No. 2:
was mounted on a bus . Only I happen to go to school. For nothing not stopped or half ball to the teacher. All I could think about Luis Fi, Fi Luis, Luis Fi, Luis Fi. The teacher on the other hand was masturbating intellectually with Kant's transcendental aesthetic. I know shit about Kant's transcendental aesthetic, I know shit about philosophy, what the hell I'm going to keep this shit? The only universal truth is that the world is shit, that death sucks. What's the point? We are all going to die.
of nowhere I start to hear a crying carajito. Or upset me to see him, and I imagine, white boy crying for about 2 years something stupid. The more she cried the carajito this shit, the more I realized that I was crying carajito win, just to fuck. The sound of your damn crying was driving me crazy. Between the transcendental aesthetic damn crying and shit carajito that, caused me grab and say "YO TE VOY A DAR A GOOD REASON TO CRY OF TRUTH! DO YOU WANT TO MOURN? I'LL KILL YOUR BEST FRIEND. " I imagined holding a favorite stuffed animal as the child stretched out his arms frantically to prevent the assassination. I thought so starting to really mourn, pleading "No, no Fluffy, take what you like least Fluffy." And there, right after hearing the word Fluffy, I imagined destroying the toy to pieces and saying, "Get used carajito shit, shit in this valley we all take our Fluffy!".
Evidence Number 3
I went to work, had to give a English class. I got to the room, I installed it and I see the old shit which I teach you have a mounted ass face. What will this mamhuevo ment? Instantly I remember ...
Ardi: Pardon me Mr. Calvo, I could not send the document that he had promised, this week was complicated.
Shit Calvo: Yes, I am extremely disappointed. I told you I pay only 20 hours and I want to learn fluent English in 20 hours. If I send the documents by email, then I'm wasting my time.
Ardi: Old arrogant shit, no one learn English in 20 hours, or send you a miracle on the Internet. Mr Calvo, I would love to send your document shit , but last week my best friend / brother died in Venezuela.
Bald Shit: I figured you'd have a good excuse, so not all of our classes canceled
mamahuevo of Old shit, damn son of a bitch your fucking bald. I want a gun, I need a gun to lead to fall into insensitive bastard. I imagined seeing him with intense hatred in the eyes for a minute, eternal moment for both, and then out of nowhere, POOM, throw a kick in the face ... Just after the old kick start to mourn and try to stop the bleeding from his nose. I would use that moment, just when you head down, to give it another kick in the bald ... "THIS PASS YOU BY INSENSITIVE, MAMAGÜEVO!"
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