For me, it's a girlfriend. Emo? Oh yes. That's one of the things I hate most about it. It will constantly bug me, and bug me, until I simply HAVE to mention it to someone, then I sound emo as hell. Fact is I ain't. I'm 20, gorramit. I didn't have the nicest of childhoods. I reckon, if I can survive that hell alone, then I can survive the rest of what the world has to throw at me alone, and yet every time I see a happy couple, every time I see a pretty girl, every time some insufferable fool won't shut the hell up about how blissful their coupled life is, it rears it's ugly, illogical head to ruin my mood.
See, because i'm far too ugly to get a girlfriend, this urge is not only insanely annoying, but completely redundant. I have plenty of things which make me happy in my life. I have my friends, I'm farily popular at uni, I have my film-making work, I have access to plenty of videogames and films, I regularly look for funny pictures on the internet, I like listening to rock music and enjoy the occasional drink(s), but no, this f***er simply isn't satisfied, the greedy bastard.
Also, hoverboards. Dammit, science, if you're procrastinating enough on those cancer cures to see if ducks quacks echo, then surely you could start on the damn hoverboard.