Dear Diary,

Dear Diary, it's freezing

Dear Diary,

It's freezing inside my house. My body is shaking and goosebumps are raking over my arms. God, why is it so cold, Diary? It's so cold everywhere I go. My hoodie isnt helping. It's useless. 

I did my nails yesterday. Black. The nail polish is practically gone, though. I tend to pick at my nails. It's a bad habit. All of my habits are bad. 

There's a pine scented candle that's across from me. It's lit and I feel like it's supposed to grow and make me feel warm. The fire stays contained in the glass and the only thing that speads is the smell of pine.

It's really fucking cold.

-Randy