This is the essay I wrote for English. It's a personal narrative. It sucks. But I'm bored.

Who's to really say what love is? We live in a society in which "teenagers don't know what love is." There is no age limit on love. I have to be 21 years old to drink legally and 18 before I can register to vote, but when I was three years old, I loved my teddy bear. To answer the question, no, I am not, and I have never, been into the whole "mushy-gushy" romance love. Is it possible? Yes, it is very possible for me to fall in love, and maybe I will someday. Right now, I'm not in a hurry. I'm not one of those people who goes looking for love. If love is meant to find you, it will, but love has it's own schedule and it's not always there when you need it the most.

My theory is plain and simple: love sucks. People may call me insensitive for saying that but it's the truth. Everyone is always talking about how they're heart broken or how they found the "love of their life" but that person doesn't love them back. Love is depressing. It gets to people and makes them crazy and obsessive when they should be out enjoying life and having fun. People waste so much time worrying about who loves who and it's really pointless. I don't understand how anyone can cry because someone doesn't like them. If someone doesn't like them then oh well. It obviously wasn't meant to be.

Now that I sound like a hard-hearted feminist, let me explain what I think defines love. I believe that to be in love is to have no doubts about your feelings for someone. Each person in the relationship must trust the other completely. I don't believe in love at first sight. I think that someone can feel a connection to a person before thy know or speak to each other, but it's not love. I do believe that love can be beautiful in the right situation but there's still a lot of unnecessary pain that goes along with that beauty. Don't go looking for love, let it find you, and things will work out alright in the end.