Fecking cold, man…

The new insulation sure is doing a great job of keeping the frost inside the house.
My blanket was colder than I was for most of the night.
I really wish our heater wasn’t broken.
And I wish moreso that Mum would let me get a thermostat or heater in my room. I would be so, so grateful if she wasn’t terrified of it malfunctioning and starting a fire.
You know. I think I’ve taken for granted how much I enjoy summer. At least my fingers work and I can feel my toes.
If I had a mood ring, I’m certain I could turn it black.

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