I have lived for 17 years.
And I do not know my blood type.
Shoot, I can't believe I don't recgonise the substance that has been providing me oxygen and sustaining my body cells and tissues!
Crap, dear body, I have failed you. I apologise. Okay, tomorrow I am so gonna pester my mum to get me to a clinic to have my blood tested. I NEED TO KNOW MY BLOOD TYPE OR ELSE I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FILL IN MY MATRICULATION PROGRAMME FORM BY THE 10TH OF OCTOBER. ISH.
I can't believe it, how did I ever survive not knowing what was flowing inside of me even when I was still a foetus in my mother's uterus before I was born into this cruel world?
CLINIC. HERE I COME TOMORROW. FINALLY, SOME CLARIFICATION ON WHO I AM. Literally. Sigh.
