Rosalie Turner, Diary Entry 1:

“A flush of warmth and deception overwhelms my body as I stare at you with disbelief. The words that flow out of your mouth ever so easily, pierce into my heart like a jagged knife sinking deeper and deeper into my flesh. The only thing I blame myself for right now is how easily I forgive you.

My mind wanders to only a few minutes before, how excited I was to finally be apart of his life. I would expect you to understand the emotions I felt, for you had the same ones only days before. As my best friend, (knowing how I felt about him) I would hope that you would want me to be happy.

Am I wrong for wondering what I have done to make you feel as if I would be crossing a certain line, meeting up with Andrew the same place you are at? There are far too many emotions running through my veins at the moment. I am not sure how I should be feeling or if I should be hurt by the fact that you are trying to stop us from seeing each other.”

A rush of tears form in my inner eyes as I end the phone call with my so called friend. Stunned 10 times over, I shamefully cancel on the plans Andrew had made for us. What he doesn’t realize is that it was not out of will, but pressure that I had canceled. Tears and confusion overwhelm me as I try to collect myself and understand. If I am being completely honest though, it wasn’t the fact that I was told not to join my plans with Andy that hurt me, but that I was told this from someone who was supposed to be my friend.

Unfortunately, I have learned the art of hiding my emotions behind a smile, only this was different. I was unable to control the amounts of tears coming from my own eyes. This my dear diary, is the consequence of never letting out your emotions, and now I am making up for years worth of tears as all of these emotions pour out of me. You see, my love is strong but my heart is weak.

Welcome to the story of my life.