Hey my name is Peter
-I'm gay (taken by the best guy ever)
-I like to listen to a lot of music from pretty much every genre
-I love a good cup of coffee
-I live in Florida
-I am an artist who loves ink, graphite, markers, and paints
-I am a Wiccan
-I love to travel and want to goto Britain, Spain, Italy, Japan, South Korea, Germany, Paris, Hawaii, and Alaska
-I most likely like my dog more than you
-And I am not in the mood to write anything else about myself, if you want to know something ask.
Idk why but I feel like I need to blog about this. Around 9 PM I got a call from my mom saying that she didn’t feel well, she was having chest pain and wanted to goto the hospital. Thankfully my step mom and I were able to go get her.
When we got to the hospital they ran a bunch of tests and initially told us she had a heart attack and I was devastated, but that wasn’t true. It turns out she has heart damage of some sort. So 4 hours later I am now back home, my mom is in the hospital (fine) and I am writing this, which probably makes no sense, but I need to vent somewhere.