sla_porra22
I HATE MOSQUITOES
- Nov 5, 2024
- 118
I've mentioned here a few times how my breakup was, like, the worst thing that ever happened to me. I fell into a terrible depression and things were going from bad to worse. Recently, an old friend of mine was shot. His mother called me asking me to donate blood, but I couldn't remember my blood type. I had to ask my ex if she remembered, we started talking again, and for the first time in months I'm not even thinking about suicide. It was basically a blood pact, LOL. I gave my blood in exchange for being able to talk to my ex again. The story is pretty much meaningless, completely useless to any of you, but I really wanted to post it here. I have a fondness for this place, and a good ending can be interesting to share sometimes