6:30 in the morning. I wondered if it was a school day, and then it popped into my head - no, it's Easter. I got really excited, and then remembered everything was going to go wrong. My heart sank when I rolled over and saw a basket on my computer monitor.

Sadly, I put my glasses on and looked inside. I may have been able to appreciate these things when I was in 5th grade - a rubber Eeyore collectible, deodorant, Clean-and-Clear Cleansing Pads, and assorted chocolate bunnies - but this just wasn't going to cut it. There was a piece of paper inside that said "I LOVE YOU", which I promptly crumpled up and threw against my wall.

On the descent downstairs, I check the corners of each stair for chocolate eggs. There were none. I did, however, find several scattered around the house as usual. I picked up 5 and decided I had enough.

When I came to the computer - my sponge that soaks in all the shit I have to say about my fuckin' life - there were three more eggs on the keyboard. I threw them across the room.

And now I'm here. Hoping that maybe when I finish, I'll stumble across the bigger gift my mom intended for me to find. I said I didn't care about material possesions, and I didn't think I did either. I guess I was just fooling myself, because here I am, crying over easter eggs.

But you know, even if she got me something I hated, yet some thought was put behind it, I'd be happier. There's no thought behind deodorant. I can guess that last night, my parents made a quick stop to Brooks and picked up the first things they saw.

Before you all read this, I'm sure you've already tormented me with 'HEY I GOT _____ FOR EASTER, WHAT DID YOU GET.' And I will bitterly reply, 'Eggs.'

- Molly's Life Sucks{6:50 pm}

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