Journal 2 Saria

My car is my baby. I love my car so much. it smells like roses. it is big and red. it is fast. I don't think i can live with out my car. my car is my everything. when i am driving it i feel like a quine and that i role the world. my car is my best friend it don't bother me about noting. when i got a problem i run to my car and cry and my car don't judge me.