Oh man... First world problems "My life sucks because I have cooooooold" :-(
When I read about your problems, I become more and more depressed because of my own.
I'm struggling to shave off 0.2 seconds off the third National B License test on Gran Turismo 4.
Now, I know that there are people with bigger problems than that. There's a ten-year-old boy in Sweden who is struggling with the most basic of studies. Should he bitch about his problems? No, because his uncle was recently overpowered by cancer and the boy's father has trouble coping with the depression. The father can't bitch either, because the uncle's widowed wife can't pay the rent on her own and so she and her four fatherless children now have to live at a friend's place. They can't bitch either, because the friend in question has room to accommodate them only because the rest of her family was shot by a homicidal maniac. She can't bitch, because the homicidal maniac was sexually abused by pretty much anyone and everyone he ever knew when he was a child. He can't bitch either, because in a shithole in India there's an armless, legless, mute, blind, deaf man who has all diseases known to humankind but none of them fatal. He is the most miserable person in the world and therefore the only one who has the right to complain about anything.
Quit the "there are children starving in Africa!" shit. We know that there are people with worse problems than ours, but it doesn't mean that you have to be cold and unkind when you should be compassionate and empathetic. Someone might put a bullet in their brain for that.