So imagine my disappointment when I was rejected once again.
Our company had this blood drive. Though I was trying to hide my excitement, I truly was excited to donate
. Until on the day itself, my period just decided to appear. I actually had the papers filled up and oh boy, my weight was perfect. And everybody on the table told me I’m healthy. But the currently-menstruating space just ruined it all. Not that I hated my period, in fact, I loved it at this time. It just kinda ruined my “saving lives” moment yesterday
Back in college, I also attempted to donate but the guy told me I was low-blooded (whatever the term is) so I was rejected.
But I experienced donating blood, seriously. When my mom was in surgery and she needed blood and lots of it, me and big bro were the first to volunteer. I believed it was quite lucky, because I wasn’t tested if I was healthy, or low-blooded, or if I had my period (could not really remember if I had it that time). Maybe out of urgency, I was admitted quite quickly. And I really did not mind anything at all. Maybe I was out of my mind looking at the ceilings of the hospital. Instead, I was quite savoring my amazement as I watch the blood come out of my veins and into the tubes (like a bloody roller coaster), straight into the bag. I thought I could have filled another bag because I was feeling THAT strong that time.
My blood is love, pure love.
Edward Cullen can suck it all he wants… as long as he gives me back some of his’.. if that is even possible

he said, she said, i said