Sep 2015
I'm so ******* cold.
Cold outside.
Cold inside.
Literally.
Metaphorically.
Cold.
My nose runs.
I quiver.
My soul aches.
I hunch up.
Try to hide under covers.
Summer is over.
Winters do not suit me.
Cold outside.
Cold inside.
Literally.
Metaphorically.
Cold.
My nose runs.
I quiver.
My soul aches.
I hunch up.
Try to hide under covers.
Summer is over.
Winters do not suit me.
