Easter came and went, and with it my hopes that a rubber ducky would come to my house. All the build up with comments of "maybe the easter bunny will bring you one" were all empty. Empty words. The good news is that every time i'm let down it hurts me less and less because sadly, i've nearly become used to it.
So, it is what it is and nothing more.
...and i'll go out and buy my own mother fucking rubber ducky
*Miss I Don't Need a Man to Buy Me Things Misfit*
