The violet

The rose

This is not my First time writing in this book. And it definitely Shall not be my last. My friends are sad at the moment so I am confused on what to do I am not good with saddness. My friend has not shown up lately I see from what I've learned I just met her this year so I do not know her I do love her but people say I do not I do love her at least I hope I do. I'm trying to stay positive happy but I can't I have dreams of her evry day. Her friend is vary sad I can't stop dreaming about what she will do either she's too buttiful of a person to feel sad. She is a grate friend I'm afraid I can not let her know that. A rose is what she is but her
have fallen. That buttiful rose will soon be taken of her buttiful red petals. love her I do not. Care for her I do. I'm afraid of what she will do if my dark mind is correct of what happened to her best friend I'm afraid of that buttiful rose dying by her hand. I do admire that rose it's Beauty can not be explained in words alone. she is her own rose I do like her as a friend nothing more. Beauty like that should not Go to waste. I feel something when I'm near her a grate force that pulls people in. A buttiful women I will not lie she is a grate friend someone I hope to have with me. But I will not I will die alone by myself no one els I WISH she was my friend but she doesn't like me. I wish she did not meet me I ruined her life as well as every one else's. Goodbye for now. 22351