"couldn't live without them" is a stretch, but in no particular order . . .

--my delusions of making this gigantic impact on society when i'm older
--free time to think
--philosophic discourse
--an appreciation for the intellectual leaps and bounds that man has made in the past half millennium
--a modicum of privacy
--maslow's hierarchy (at least the bottom few rungs)
--the capacity to make reasonable judgments
--the occasional sense of accomplishment
--a direction, however nebulous and embryonic
--an education

SSRIs are a panacea (sort of). ah, chemistry.

To quote a lame-ass advert, "Bought the t-shirt" Being a diabetic, SSRI's had some unpredictable and alarming (if amusing) side-effects, maybe a spell bavck in the parental nest in Somerset will do me some good, cheers anyhow, man.

My collection of poetry books
My Camera
My mom
My collection of music
My Jack Kerouac books
My guitar (although I don't know how to play it.)
Job or School ( I'd go crazy statying at home doing nothing)
My dad
My bored attitude
My bed