I'm driving down a lonely stretch of highway. Radiohead playing softly in the background, I'm focusing more on the sound of my car's engine and the overwhelming sound of the wind pouring in through all of my windows as I careen down the road. Smoking one last cigarette while I fight back my natural urge to breakdown and cry after saying goodbye to friends that I won't be seeing again for months.

I need to cut my hair. I need to clean my car & room. I need to eat healthier. I need to study hard this semester. I need a raise. I need to quit smoking. I need a new car. I need to meet someone who accepts me for me. I need to figure out if these are actually needs, or if they are wants.