(noun); 1. necessary duty: obligation; 2 a. a lack of something requisite, desirable, or useful; b. a physiological or psychological requirement for the well-being of an organism; 3. a condition requiring supply or relief; 4. lack of the means of subsistence: poverty.
(intransitive verb); 1. to be needful or necessary; 2. to be in want.(transitive verb); to be in need of: require.
(verbal auxiliary); be under necessity or obligation to.
I need a new phone. Current one's been acting up. Hence why I sometimes fail to reply messages or answer calls. Excuse me. It's been giving me heaps of problems. And its pink skin isn't something I'm particularly proud to be caught with anymore. It kinda attracts attention, if you know what I mean. I need a device that allows me to communicate without difficulty. Ooh, my birthday's coming. Birthday pressie from myself to me? Possible.. Eventual...
I need a new wallet. Current one's too small, old and worn-out. I find it ironic though. I'm gonna spend money to buy something to keep the money in. Of which I wouldn't have anymore cuz I've already spent it. And to think that I'm spending so much money on something that's gonna be stuck in my ass-pocket most of the time. Ohh~
I need a new iPod. Current one's with the thief who stole it from me months ago. Music is my life, as it is with most people who have a life. I've had my heart set on the new generation of nanos. Paint mine metallic green!
I need a new number for my weight. Current one's big and ugly. I think I'm a bit obsessed with those numbers, but I refuse to believe that it's negative behaviour! It's time to keep up to this year's resolution! I've still 5 months to reach my goal~
I need new clothes. Current threads are fine, but it's so annoying when my entire wardrobe's stuck in the laundry! Time and money aplenty keeps Vin happy! ...
Vin is unhappy.
Vin is unhappy.
I need a new heart. Current one's closed, broken, and been burning with anger, envy & hatred. It's hidden beneath countless deep cuts, self-inflicted wounds, and cicatrices. My heart's held together with sticky-tape and bandaids. I've learned that the world's cruel and that I should only love myself and not share it with anyone. I need someone to teach me to love. But most of all, I need a heart that's open to love.