Books. Honestly, what do people who don't like to read do with
Painkillers. Okay, so I don't need them often, but when I do, I
really really need them.
My apartment. Specifically, my own, shared-with-no-one apartment. I
had a roommate for my first year on the university. I'm never going
back to that. Never. Never. Never.
My computer. For so many reasons.
My romantic outlook. Sorry, was that too corny? It's true, though.
Without it, I'd spend even more time being depressed than I already
My friends. Just for starters, I need them to tell me when I'm
being a moron, because, let's face it, I don't have the best track
record when it comes to noticing that on my own...