I am trying to mend my pessimistic ways with the realization that everything I do is predestined by the survival instinct, and that my future, and what has been, is futile, in respect to ''choice''.
Therefore, I feel obligated to list the things which I ''love'', despite them being crutches of justification for my unbearable existence. They sure do not feel like so, however.
-The smell of a new video game.
-The smell of a new video game magazine.
-Playing a new game, and feeling that rare feeling of enjoyment which comes with a particularly good game. Some were Final Fantasy VII and VIII, Shadow Hearts and Castlevania: Symphony of the Night.
-Castlecania: Symphony of the Night.
-Ayami Kojima's artwork.
-Sitting on my balcony and reading a book during the Summer.
-Winter.
-The social symbolism attributed to Winter, which fits well with my antisocial ways.
-Weekends.
-Horror films.
-Vampire literature.
-Vampire myth.
-VAMPIRES!
-The macabre, the obscure, the abnormal.
-Role playing games.
-Silent Hill.
-Survival horror games.
-Learning. Anything goes.
-Industrial music.
-My boyfriend, Eric.
-Feeling sorry for myself, and then having Eric pamper me. And he knows it, and yet still indulges me.
-The sense of security and appreciation he brings me.
-Eric. Did I say this already?
-My video game collection.
-My morning cigarette and coffee. (Read-late afternoon.)
-My cats.
-Abe Vigoda.
I might ad more, however, seeing as this took me one minute to write, they are most likely the more significant things, which I love the best, and therefore count the most.
What things do you love?
(I don't actually have bright green numbers floating all over my room). 
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