I just get on with it. Occasionally I get angry. Anger is such a powerful emotion, that it can help to just give you that boost you need to get out of a funk. It also helps with physical ailments. It's like "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take this any more!" Then, you don't. You will yourself into getting better, whether it be a mental thing or physical.
Of all the emotions, which one could you go the rest of your life without feeling?
Pfft! I've been bullied so many times, by so many people, that I'm surprised when I'm not bullied.
Do you want to build a snowman?
Well, that's exciting. I've just registered a place on a free hypnotherapy taster course. It's in Edinburgh, so I'm gonna have to get up mega early that day, so I can make it into there for 11AM. That's about 50 miles to travel, but if it gets me some new skills, and maybe leads up to getting a job, then I'm pretty okay with that. Bizarrely, to get to where I'd get the bus, it will cost £4.10 for a 7 mile journey, but then for the 50 mile journey, will cost £1.50. How that works, I dunno, but I'm not complaining. Just have to keep money by for it, and book my ticket in advance.
A doll. Quite probably a vintage porcelain one.
Inspired by a scene in Tales of Vesperia:
"Yo, peanut gallery!
Whatcha saying?
Quit your heckling!"
As Rita said that,
A fireball, she launched,
Downed Karol, straight to the mat.
"Ooh, why'd you do that?" He groaned.
Another fireball!
Whoosh!
Splat!
Demon defeated.
From behind, eh? I could say something rude about that, but I'll refrain.
On my mind. A lot, but nothing, at the same time.
Aria. I love her with all my heart.
Job. Need one.
Christmas, I'd rather it wasn't coming.
More Aria.
Maggots.
A lot of stuff about things I can't mention here.
Think I'll cry myself to sleep.
Y'okay! I shall put y'all out of your mystery: Add the numbers to make the last 1 or 2 digits, then subtract the numbers to make the first digit, then you got your answer. In other words:
6+4 = 10
6-4 = 2
Smoosh those answers together and you get 210.
Yes, it's very, very silly, and makes absolutely no real-world sense.
If you were possessed, what would you like to be possessed by?
Not directly in the rain, just in case my writing medium gets wet. That said, I have had to stop walking down the street, whip out my phone, and whip up a poem in the rain, so the answer is definitely yes.
Would you ever Rickroll someone?
A bit of both. I always have my dinner at the same time, but any other meals, whenever I'm hungry.
In what twisted world does 6+4 = 210? (I know the answer, just curious as to whomever else may know.)
Nope. If I got a tattoo, which I am planning eventually, it would be planned, researched and designed in advance.
Would you ever make moonshine?
Fly, simply because running is boring and I hate getting my face wet, so flying it is. Also, if I could switch from human to animal, I'd be a raven, and fly to my Aria.
Do you ever want to throw your arms in the air and wave 'em like you just don't care?
I really wish those bampots would get back to me about this job.
I have to admit, I love me. I know, it sounds incredibly pompous, but I don't mean it in a cocky way. I simply mean, that by loving myself, it gives me the power and the strength to love others, like Aria.
Joy.
Having ideas, but not being able to execute them.
This is horrendous.
My stupidity, stupendous.
I can't think of a poem,
oh, such woe-em!
I'm grateful for having about 200 watts of music power at my disposal, 'cause I need some loud music. Not for too long, but enough to de-stress.
You sound like the kind of person I'd like to receive a letter from. One who actually thinks about what they're saying, and loves it for the magick of it. 
me ze winner!