No Consolation

There’s
no
point
in
crying

Over
spilt
milk

God
loves
you
for
trying

Blah
blah
blah

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  3. I cry over spilt milk. Because my housemate does that thing where they always leave a bit of spilled milk on the worktop, without fail at a certain time of day. And it blends in perfectly with the light pattern on the worktop.

    So yeah, fucking hate spilt milk.

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