My body is shaking. This cold is unbearable. I try to wrap myself in my own warmth, rubbing my body all over. It doesn't work. It only serves to remind me that I only have myself. I hate myself. Myself is an evil being that should freeze in this lonely frigidness. I am told to make friends. All my friends run away. No. Not my friends. Friends care for you. Friends give you warmth. I have no warmth.

Some word vomit at its finest. I originally intended this to be a random post for 4chan, but decided it was way too good for that place. After some polish, here is the finished product.

This is my first official story and critiques are encouraged.