Milo was sitting on the railing last night (or rather, very early this morning) - except I didn't have any Milo Cereal. I sat at the dining room table with my cup of tea (yes, I drank tea), and kept him company like the good old days (not). He didn't reply to me - apart from his usual, sporadic, "whoo," and I didn't pretend to understand him either...but the company was comforting, even if it was just an owl.
I'm the only person I know who will walk towards something that other people will walk away from. And when things are going good, I somehow always find a way to screw them up - even when I'm trying my very best not to. I think that self-sabotage is my hidden talent.
Maybe it's a good thing that Milo and I will never understand each other - no chance of me botching that one up.
I'm the only person I know who will walk towards something that other people will walk away from. And when things are going good, I somehow always find a way to screw them up - even when I'm trying my very best not to. I think that self-sabotage is my hidden talent.
Maybe it's a good thing that Milo and I will never understand each other - no chance of me botching that one up.
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