Poison

My words are poison,

maybe I should've been mute;

and perhaps then, I'd listen again.

These tears that I cry,

I don't understand why.

It got me thinking,

would you cry them for me?

My words are poison,

yet I still speak.

Let me eat my own speech,

so as much I hurt you,

I feel my own poison too.

Hahahha I wreak of emo-ness again.

Blood Donation #3

This is the third time I've head to the blood donation centre - and the second time I came home disappointed. In my second visit, it was cold and I didn't have enough liquids so my tiny veins become somewhat microscopic and the nurses didn't want to risk it.

Fair enough.

This third time, I ensured I did some exercise and drank lotsa fluids. Fate has it that I got a trainee nurse, brand new. She got the right vein but entered it wrongly - so I bled. Lost about 30 mls of blood. The more experienced nurse told me that it's going to bruise so I came home with a free tube of bruise ointment - which I intend to use on the enormous bruise on my leg.

I shall attempt to donate in 1.5 month's time again.