To stop feeling like a fucking idiot for feeling abandoned.
To stop having horrific moodswings like the ones I've been having for the past month.
My just-past birthday to stop leaving me in tears because of the circumstances surrounding it.
To stop being so poor that I can't even afford a custom on Wajas.com.
To have all my teeth pulled out and permanent dentures put in so I can stop worrying about whether or not my next bite will shatter more of my already-crumbling molars, and stop having to suffer through constant fucking agony because my mouth just will not. stop. hurting.
Lots and lots and lots of soft cotton and cotton-like acrylic yarn.