The break up

A viva attitude towards a breakup always leads to endless encounters of provocation. There is always an enmity between the two break ups. The antagonizing truth is we have to move on not trifle about our feelings. To her idiotic slurs to her friends of why it didn’t work out to his enthusiastic denial that things still may work out. Scalding one another like a guarantor with false hope is not quite lucrative. Therefore, enamor your space and allow the other to breath. Then the heavenly aroma of freedom will waft into the air. Or you can quintessence back to the origin of when you first met, and neglect the possibility of sharing the first kiss. To perturb one another, would be to furiously engage in war and allow the amphora to fly across the room into the cracks of your sheet rock. Appalled by this decision can only enrage both characters. So light up a potpourri and talk it out, and forget the anarchist demon inside of you. Time heals all scars. Embezzle the communication you once shared without syndicalism, children! No one is to pontificate into a secrete society and dogmatically share one another’s secrets. Both parties will look cretinous. To escape mediocre embarrassment recalcitrant from friends that you encountered during your relationship. To forget your past is to forget who was in it. Also to equivocally answer questions about the relationship to acquaintances will place a picturesque image that may stain the other person. Keep quiet and hold your tongue from evil. The hubbub surrounding the borough you live in will be quite difficult to escape. Torpedo into a new lifestyle or face being a reclusive gaoler in your own environment. It’s obligatory to remove telephone numbers and any social networks still with an active account. You have to become eccentric rather then kind, this always allows for space and freedom. The melancholy feeling will eventually confide past a scoundrel mind state to being open to new challenges. Escape the ilk boring wailing because of a break up and break up like a prosector; well you know what I mean. Your reprisal falls on deaf ears and your furtive confidence is unheard when you don’t ostentatiously sublet yourself to someone new. The exhibit of your new character should be a hodgepodge of good behavior, confident behavior, and smart behavior or suffer the gallimaufry of the same shit, the old shit, and the worst shit. To sashay into a new relationship is to create a pseudonym smooth criminal and slowly moonwalk your way into new lust without facing a labyrinth situation. Call up some friends and have some fun, it’s a Wednesday.