It was my birthday on monday, one year older or one year closer to death. But maybe it was almost closer than I thought!!!
I went out on sunday for my birthday. Me and a group of friends made the trip to Leeds to go Go Karting. It was fantastic, if a little dangerous on my part (sorry to everyone I smacked into). I even finished the race in first place, lapping my closest rival twice and getting the fastest lap time! I was really chuffed.
Afterwards we decided to make our way back to the pub, which is ran by my friends aunt and uncle. My mates girlfriend was driving and not more than 2 minutes away from the pub we had an accident.
We were going 50mph in a 30mph zone, not good to start with. Going round the corner we hit a curb and the left hand side of the car was in the air. The car slid to the other side of the road and we were heading toward the traffic island. Luckily my mates girlfriend managed to drift round it somehow, missing by inches. The car ended up gently backing onto someones drive!!!
Everyone was fine, but 5 seconds after my boss pulled up and said "Hi". Very surreal!After this we brought my birthday celebration to an end, because spending an hour with police tends to dampen ones spirits!
The next day I went round to my friends, the girl I metioned in my last blog, the day before her holiday I mentioned. I spent all day with her. Helping her shop, even dying her hair! I'm too nice to her. What a way to spend my birthday!!!
To top of this abysmal birthday..... the ex called to say happy birthday. This has left me in a bad way, thinking of her. For the past couple of days now I've been having panic attacks with bad chest pain.
Again......... I need to start over.
Thanks,
Depressed-Twentysomething