Songs are the ultimate comfort. Bad break-up? Ben Fold's Brick will do the trick. Feeling spunky? Try Meredith Brook's Bitch. Hopelessly in love? All of the songs below should be sufficient.
I don't think I could have gotten through my freshman year without TSwift's Fifteen. But my ultimate guitly pleasure song is...yes, Katy Perry's The One that Got Away. Have a problem? TALK TO DA HAND.
Sidenote: I'm all for analyzing the meaning of songs and whatnot but sometimes it's just nice to listen and sing along. That's the beauty of music. It's really anyone's for the taking.
A little Shins anyone? HECK YES.