near death experience which scared my to death regardless.

The excitement was enough to push me to leave. I left in such a hype. I was going home for the weekend before Christmas! I had packed and organised the first part of the weekend, before I'd have to come back and work. Everything was thought out. Some plans where missed out, which saddened me but put things into perceptive.

I grabbed my bottle of coke and started the voyage back home. I felt amazing, my belongings in the boot and a random variety of thoughts came into my head. The coke didn't help, it made me overly excited but fit the emotion perfectly. 

After taking the wrong turning off the motorway I undertook a massive loop. Now I was back on track, I could see the motorway in sight. The Bendy corner was icey, I wish I had known this. I was going to fast. My hand hesitated and moved the steering to fast. 
My tires screeched and I couldn't focus. My heart threw itself into my mouth and my stomach hid behind my bones. It curled up trying to protect itself. The time sped up.
I was going around the corner faster than sonic (only 60mph) and naughtily I was supposed to be only going 40. 

My tires smoked and the car swivelled around at a 180 degree angle. I sat there in horror looking at the left side of the car. I questioned the damage.

My breaths where short and I shook like I had parkinson's. I turned the car around and reached hastily for the hazard lights. My hand grabbed my phone. My fathers voice calmed me down and I got out of the car and looked at the damages. I was shaken up but that didn't stop me being curious. I moved my car forward and there were no damages. It was luck. 

I knew if I hit the side fence I would of been a goner. My thought process sped up mid event but luckily my little saxy was unharmed. I was scared but my car was still in tact. until I got up to 60 again. my car shook harder. Worse than I did earlier.. my tracking had blow up.

alcoholism knows best. "please drink responsibly" yeah right.

Oh my. the past two days have been smothered in alcohol and working for 8 pounds an hour. My weekend began on Sunday and ended Tuesday morning. my 10 hour shift and a swift movement to carnage made me tired. It was colder than ever. The alcohol made me warm. I cuddled bottles of it. My eyesight was hazy but there was masses of people here there and everywhere. All my mates got with SOMEONE. I refrained and cringed at touching. it wouldn't be right. I moved on and continued to drink in attempt to keep warm. 

A Tree, an Elf, Snowmen and Candy canes: carnage was welcoming the festive month of December. I decided I would be a Santa for the evening. it reminded me of the talent show off of mean girls, minus the meanness but extra savy.

Smiles galore as my eyes tried to close and sleep. I was rebelling as we made out last stop at the most desired place. we had made it. all of it seemed like it was filmed on a cheap handheld camera. The building towered us. we got in and insane girls and boys frantically danced. violently shaking their hips and grinding slowly to Xmas songs and club anthems. after processing the detail, a hand. someone grabbed me. I was pulled towards music. towards the songs. we all danced without a care in the world.

The night progressed with everyone together again. it was cold and the only things on my mind was food and sleep. I stumbled in the door through a crowd of people. knocking and shoving. we leapt at every movement. 

I woke up face planted on Tasha's bed. good night? yes!

The orgasm of the day was in the form of Mcdonalds breakfast. A doubled up breakfast burger made my day. I went back to Tashas for a few hours and monged out. it was time to go back to work for another 7 hours. I went.
swiftly I moved to and from work. it was a struggle but I had  accomplished it well. 

I came home to Tasha, we all drank jäger after jäger after jäger. it was time to move again. it seemed like it had happened exactly the same before!
I had moved to tiger tiger. roarrr! we got in on a very cold struggle and warmed back up with double vodka redbulls to maintain my energy. 
I looked up and uv paint bubbles were launched in the air. delicately sliding down everyones bodies as they danced. i smiled at the beauty. A club with more than one music room is amazing. we can definitely have the drunken choice of music. My eyes struggled, 17 hours of work had taken it's revenge. I finally was ready to throw in the White flag and sleep like a baby. 

Second night face planted in Tasha's bed.
i arose, my eyes heavy and my mouth dry. I need more sleep.

snow.

I wake up intending to go to uni. The snow is laying there. Stopping me from leaving. Im stuck in a new house, a new place. Although I'm welcome to stay, I didn't wanna impose. Well I'm here now. In her bed, she's asleep. Her tiny body is resting, I can hear every breath. The children next door have the day off too it seems. I can hear jolly laughs and cheer as they discuss the snow and play outside. 

Whenever the snow falls and sets, nobody is mature. Everyone has the temptation to throw a snowball at someone, just for the smiles and banter. Everyone has a child inside them.